All the World Is Breathing

you're not real, well i'm not either

the wax moon melts and we are the fever

i know i'm stoned and a sloppy mess

but would my heart fit into the hole in your chest

a ripple on my cue in the grand lake

i'll give you mine if yours breaks

i will drive and let you steer

in the backseat of a jeep wagoneer

stop talking so i can get to know you more

counting your breathing on the kitchen floor

you are beautiful and i love this room

really because the only thing in here is you

your skin like money and your smile like silver

i'm writing your lips a letter, send and deliver

i kiss you in the valley and the sound is muddy

we both pretend to be somebody

greed, envy, pride, lust

i wouldn't mind hell if it'd just be us

where the picket fence ends and broken hearts bleed

my neck hurts, angel- would you kiss it for me?