Pneumonia

get over the sorrow, girl
the world is always going to be made of this

you can trust in it
unless you breathe in
bravely...

aaah...

[brass section]

i adore how you (oh) simply (oh) surrender (oh) to high

and your lungs
they're mourning
teepee style
all the stillborn love
that could've happened
all the moments
you should have embraced
all the moments
you should have not locked up

understand,
so clearly,
to shut yourself up
would be the hugest crime of them all,
hugest crime of them all.

you're just crying after all
to not
want them,
humans, around anymore...

Get over that sorrow, girl