Little Mami

Little Miami
 Wussy
 It doesn't matter what you call it
 At all
 The darkest day
 Of our summer trip
 But you don't have to
 Turn the lights on
 The ghosts are
 Stationed in the hall
 It doesn't matter which direction
 You fall
 The sky breaks in two
 It's the end of you
 Did you really think that you
 Could escape it today
 Over the tallest bridge
 In the state of Ohio
 And as the ruins fall around you
 You think of something
 Quick to say
 It doesn't matter
 When you put it that way
 The sky breaks in two
 It's the end of you
 Everywhere the rocks are falling
 And you are just another piece
 With all the birds
 That make a circle
 Are you not more than one of these