Pardon me
Return my eyes
So l can see
Who wouldn't help
Guardian angels
With clipped wings

You can try to plant stories in spit
Sore bear
Don't feed them your whispers

Excuse me
I dismember words
You won't believe
How much they can hurt
Fallen angels
Trying to fly from

Sore bears
Don't feed them your whispers

They try to plant stories in my
They try to plant stories in my spit
Sore bear
Don't feed them your whispers