China Airline

The space between our mouths
 Is a China airline
 It's breakable and see-through
 Decorated in white and blue
 As an antique hue
 Distance in that space
 Is from here to a faraway place
 It can get cold
 Like maybe the north pole
 In the wintertime
 I should be ashamed
 For causing more pain
 Maybe take a break
 Roll up that thick black snake
 That I call a tongue
 Try and hold my breath
 Oh, I might just postpone death
 If I could just shut my face
 Might save the human race
 Or at least us.
 The air inside this house
 Is an L.A. sunrise
 It's gloomy, hot, and red
 And I should have stayed in bed
 For the greater good
 It tastes and smells the same
 Maybe a little rain
 Clear it all away
 Make way for another day
 I should be ashamed
 For causing more pain
 Maybe take a break
 Roll up that thick black snake
 That I call a tongue
 Try and hold my breath
 Oh, I might just postpone death
 If I could just shut my face
 Might save the human race
 Or at least us.