Feathers

so we hum our stolen songs
 and the sirens sing along from out at sea
 and we close our eyes, then turn to watch them leave
 and you are not to blame for what happens to me
 so you know where I am from
 and you know just what I've done and what I've seen
 and what I will become if I'm cut free
 but you are not to blame for what happens to me
 (we're gone)
 and the feathers on your breath
 dance along the wind and cut my chest
 I'd follow you down any rabbit hole
 and the bruise beneath your eyes has been growing like the tide
 and no mater how this ends
 they'll never be your crutch the way I am
 I'd follow you down any rabbit hole
 come find me when I sleep and tie anchors around my feet
 (we're gone)