From the Window - fossil youth

dust me off

I’m undiscovered a thorn in your side

dust me off

I’m undiscovered still under your arm

your arm

I’m tired of pulling teeth

tired of me

I’m tired of falling for

every word you speak

I’m a migraine

I’m the pulsing in your veins

you’re the cold shock

I felt in my fingertips

I’m the smoke in your lungs

like situational therapy

you’ll need me

everything looks better

from the window

everything looks better

from the window

there’s confidence and consequence

and you’ve lost track

of what that means

which is which and the lines in between

I’m tired of pulling teeth

I’m tired of me

I’m tired of pulling teeth

I’m tired of me

I’m tired of me