Parachute hang from my ceiling
Lead me from this pristine sun.
Tapestry strung to my window,

Once again the song it's been sung.

'Little Wing' plays through and through;
I'm stuck here on this couch with you.
The T.V. shimmers from black to blue
As we sit here, stuck here, in my living room.

Let's carry the couch
To the mirror
Stare in deep
Will we see ourselves clearer?
This living room is my horizon.
Listen to its white-wall silence.

Fingerprints on the coffee table
Remind me where you used to sit.
The bowl is empty,
There's no more flying.
I'm sick of all the same bullshit.

I'm going crazy in my Eden;
Off bitterness I have been feeding.
The T.V. shimmers from black to blue
As we sit here, stuck here, in my living room.

Let's carry the couch
To the mirror
Stare in deep
Will we see ourselves clearer?
This living room is my horizon.
Listen to its white-wall silence.

Don't crush me.
I don't like it when you're near me
In my living room.
My horizon,
It is being crushed by you,
In my living room.

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