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
I adore how you simply surrender to high
And your lungs they’re mourning
Teepee-style
All the still-born 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
Is the hugest crime of them all
You’re just crying after all
To not want them humans around
Anymore get over the sorrow, girl