picket fences demo

Existing in narrow ribcages, in shallow breaths and parenthesis

I feel so small, the blood in my toes (The blood in my toes)

Is condemned to the role (Is condemned to the role)

Of circling recalculating

My grave snowed, my swan song

Should I be prepared to get my hands on delayed recall?

Ooh-woah ooh-woah ooh-woah ooh-woah

Warning when the corners start to tug and tease

Morphing corners into malleable putty

Pigeon holing, my choices, ill-deserving, ill-fitting

Open, tell the truth be honеst now for me

Chosen, color rays on picket fеnces

[?] my choices ill-deserving ill-fitting