The Backseat Of Your Cigarette Wont Save You​/​Me by Yin Waster Lyrics

It’s gonna get you
It’s gonna hit you
Today
Today
Your smile will be, rough and course
Your hair will be shortened, by force

Watching what our skin sets free
When it cracks
What is more intriguing
Is what it keeps
The shrinking pallet of colors
The brittle textures

The twin tea cup girls
Have shattered on the floor
I saw the photographs
I watched them break

I am trying to pick up their parts
But I can’t find their legs, but I can’t find their arms
But I can’t find their nails, but I can’t find their eyes
But I can’t find their breasts, but I can’t find their lungs
But I can’t find their heads, but I can’t find their hearts
I need to find them… I need to keep them… I need to hold them in my hands