Breakfast
I do not belong where a giraffe eats breakfast
And you can’t make your heart go backwards
Smash my lungs
Operate on my voice
Bruise my shins by throwing pumpkins
Only the stars are with me
Breakfast
I do not belong where a giraffe eats breakfast
And you can’t make your heart go backwards
Smash my lungs
Operate on my voice
Bruise my shins by throwing pumpkins
Only the stars are with me