Lletres: Seabear. Libraries.

Fall down the stairs
It's been a long time since
I got my hands on your teenage poems
It's the only poison that I like

I'm throwing rocks
At broken windows
Picking locks
With footprints from the snow

And I don't believe you live in a library
That sails the sea
Sleeping with a book-blanket out at sea
Like you told me

My little bird
Flew away from me
She made her home
In a poor country

You're breaking branches
On your way down
Just someone new
To throw your arms around

The next time I wake up
I want to be
In a rabbit hole
To the sound of you making coffee

With the warm
Salty sea
It?s waves
Crashing over me

Look what you've done
You punched a hole in the sun
Look what you've done
You punched a hole in the sun

Look what you've done
You punched a hole in the sun
And now it won't shine
For anyone