Plans

Like it was a grave
 I layed a bouquet of fists
 Upon your chest
 And I pressed, and I pressed, and I pressed
 We live for every half breath
 Until all That was left
 Was the in and the exhale
 Spinning around my head
 And we made plans
 Like they meant something
 Plans that we held
 In fragile hands
 That fell from fragile hands
 Your parent haven't liked me
 Since I was 4 foot tall
 While your mum
 Measured my height with a pen
 And I recall the teeth
 Standing like headstones
 In your fathers mouth
 A crooked line of soldiers waiting
 For the order to fall out
 And they kissed your head
 And they asked me to leave
 They don't want me sharing
 The air their daughter had to breathe
 And you smiled at them
 And you turn and you looked at me
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 The back of your head
 Looked so disappointed as you left
 And you were walking so fast
 I never heard what you said
 Your saying now
 That you wish me luck
 But never meant me
 To have that much
 You said fortune it never smiled on us
 And we made plans
 Like they meant something
 Plans that we held
 In fragile hands
 We made plans
 We made plans
 We made plans
 We made plans
 We made plans
 Like they meant something
 Plans that we held
 In fragile hands
 That fell from fragile hands
 And we made plans
 Like they meant something
 Plans that we held
 In fragile hands
 That fell from fragile hands