organs

I am sorry, this is always how it goes
the wind blows loudest when you've got your eyes closed
but I never changed a single color that I breath
so you could have tried to take a closer look at me

I am tired of punching in the wind
I am tired of letting it all in
and I should eat you up and spit you right out
I should not care but I don't know how

so I take off my face
because it reminds me of how it all went wrong
and I pull out my tongue
because it reminds me of how it all went wrong

I am sorry for the trouble, I suppose
my blood runs red but my body feels so cold
I guess I could swim for days in the salty sea
but in the end the waves will discolour me

so I take off my face
because it reminds me of how it all went wrong
and I pull out my tongue
because it reminds me of how it all went wrong
and I cough up my lungs
because they remind me of how it all went wrong
but I leave in my heart
because I don't want to stay in the dark

so I take off my face
because it reminds me of how it all went wrong
and I pull out my tongue
because it reminds me of how it all went wrong
and I cough up my lungs
because they remind me of how it all went wrong
but I leave in my heart
because I don't want to stay in the dark