The Foreboding Sense Of Impending Happiness

The Foreboding Sense Of Impending Happiness
by your heartstrings i am hanging from a dream
gently swinging in the warm autumn breeze
come look at the scars
smother a heart
opening up
look at the stars
smother a heart
opening up
no more

tiptoed along a strand of your hair suspended between
these thoughts and actions miles above reality
come look at the scars
smother a heart opening up
look at the scars
smother a heart opening up
come look at the scars
smother a heart opening up
look at the scars
smother a heart opening up
look at the scars
smother a heart opening up
look at the scars
smother a heart opening up
opening up
opening up
opening up
look at the scars
you open me up
open me up
smother a heart
opening up
opening up
look at the scars
you open me up
opening up
opening up
look at the scars
smother a heart opening up
look at the scars
smother a heart opening up
look at the scars
smother a heart opening up