Pieces of The memory of loveAre scurrying around
Trying to lose
What they have found
As they do
I'm scurrying to you
But you don't look the same
Since I woke up today
I've got a train
Pulling pieces of
Glass menagerie
In my sleep
I fell out
Now I don't feel
A fucking thing
Romantic lines
Empty me inside
Slipping out my belly button
Leaving me nothing
Of something
I've got a train
Pulling pieces of
Glass menagerie
In my sleep
I fell out
Now I don't feel
A fucking thing
