I breathe in your oxygen, slowly at first but my lungs get signed. Yet i still find you on my highest shelf, while im tryna breathe when i choke myself. Ill cover you in lines of acetone, clever little lines ive never known. Sink into the ground while you scrape your toes- tear up all the holes that you have sewn A memory made, a page pressed flower. A memory slain, how things go sour. Remember that day? I stayed for hours. Ill try more to remind you. You broke your nails in two- your voice box has left you. You dont know what to do, even your hair is see through. point out all the times that ive overstepped the line, when i fail to be sublime, but i still cant see the line. Ill cover you in lines of acetone, clever little lines ive never known. Sink into the ground while you scrape your toes- tear up all the holes that you have sewn A memory made, a page pressed flower. A memory slain, how things go sour. Remember that day? I stayed for hours. Ill try more to remind you how the memory stays, like a page pressed flower. A crinkled up page, prove you have the power. Decided what stays, say i like that now or all of these words have a new meaning