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I let the knife slip right through my fingers

I let the blade slip right through my hand.

I'm dreaming of blood and of feathers

And the ghost faces that sing songs

When I can't sleep

It's a lovely feeling

Finding more than what's left in shadows

And I can't ask of you anything

You’re more than my heart can take.

There were so many things I never told you

So many moments I let slip away

And I've kept words closer

Than I've ever kept your face

And your never saw me the way that I saw you

With those fire eyes

And I watched through the strands of my hair

All the things that I can't keep.

Words all sound the same

I lost all my yesterdays

I keep playing with the edges of knifes

And with matches

I keep burning all the pages

The blood feathers keep coming back

I can feel them breaking under my weight

The light and the plaster

That makes their hands so white

With those eyes and heartbeats

I've watched you with

The quiet dreams

That sleep next to my bloodied feet

This crown

These painful teeth that rip hearts

And blood feathers

With the Ghost faces I watch

Sing songs to quiet girls

Who sleep best with there backs

On cold concrete.