Broken Glass
Mark Eliot
I'm not
Beautiful
I'm not
Tall
At all
I know youre there
But where
I cover myself
And I go
Searching for pearls in the snow
What if I wait for the spring
When everything's easier see?
I fuck the flowers
In my head
Burn the seeds
But I
Want you to know
Where I've been
Laughter I tumble within
Searching for pearls in the snow
She's not the only one no
Lost everything and I want
I need to get back to moving in broken glass
