Pluto Was Never Really a Planet Either Even

Help me call you back

'Cause I'm afraid of the ringing

I know I'm fucked, but I'm still steadily fixing

The gears in my guts, 'cause they're all twisted up

I feel tight in my chest through the smoke in my lungs

But hold your tongue 'til you see what I'm making

How everything else ended simple and lonely

But this isn't me, it's my final critique

Of my bones, of my skin, of the hate killing me

I'm cold on skin contact, blue as a newborn's lips

'Cause on the day I was born I was horrified to take a breath

And I miss the water

'Cause it meant nothing without anyone else around

But I thought that it’s all that I wanted

I’ve grown to fear the isolation I chose to take a part of

Now I get how cliches came to be

Though I spent so much time thinking they were below me

Simple, the truth that my father had told

There is nothing to do if you’re constantly alone

I'd lose everything

To make up for the person I've been

I'd lose everything

To make up for the person I've been

I'd lose everything

I'd lose everything