Curt

You can be silent and still tell me something.
The man claps next to the purple wallpaper.
He really isn't a man, more of a boygirl doll...
gender doesn't play a part.
What if I was your girlfriend?
You're my boyfriend and my girlfriend
and my everyfriend.
Lyrics mumbles spaces
divide up my misery
into sizeable pieces.
Sun can flow through cracks
Cracked
Broken, but what part?
You say broken means beautiful

(all you can see is the sun)
Sun
Sun
Sun
...