Expression Eraser

Small Brown Bike

Compositor: Small Brown Bike

Broken glass moves through me,
Calloused skin falls off of me, i crash to my knees.
Interiorly i bleed and i cry blood under the sheets.
I'm breaking down, i'm broken down,
I break my thumb, don't mind me.
You erase how i feel, erase every chance i get.
I'll take every expression and make it something.
I wish for an even number of stars, i breathe simple.
I give you real and ask for nothing, rain on me now.
There's nothing like a cold in june to wake you up.
I'm choking on my lung and drowning in tears,
I won't and can't be hurt i am the expression eraser.