Hand Over Mouth Over and Over
A Lot Like Birds Lyrics

I wish I could, but I can't rest as easy as you.
I envy your ability to rest, but unfortunately, I cannot do the same.

I never really could anyway.
I've never been able to relax fully.

And thoughts of the future make me worry.
The future causes me great anxiety.

Heart, settle down!
I am trying to calm myself down.

This isn't your last day.
You will wake up tomorrow.

You'll wake up tomorrow.
This is not the end for you.

This bedroom never gets to see the light of day.
This room is always completely dark, never touched by sunlight.

The shades are always drawn completely
The curtains are always closed.

And it only ever seems to come alive at night.
The only time this room feels alive is at nighttime.

I took you here to take you from yourself once.
I brought you here to distract you and offer you an escape.

And you smiled at me.
You were happy with the distraction.

You smiled shamelessly and often then.
You didn't feel guilty for being happy in that moment.

But it wasn't enough.
The distraction didn't last long enough.

I read your thoughts like sifting through your cabinets while you were out of the room.
I went through your thoughts like rummaging through your belongings without you knowing.

I stole every treasured thought that you had and left you gutted when I could find no more.
I took every valuable thought you had and left you empty when there was nothing left to take.

You had poems written on the roof of your mouth.
You had beautiful words unsaid in your mind.

And I had scraped them out with the tip of my tongue and spat them onto the floor,
I took those words from you and did not appreciate them.

Where they dried up and blew away.
Those words were gone forever.

And the butterflies in your stomach were all pinned to the skin on the inside.
Your feelings were trapped inside of you and you couldn't express them.

And if didn't love you then, I love you now.
I didn't love you then, but I do now.

But it's easy to love something when there's pain in its eyes.
It's easier to appreciate something when it's going through a difficult time.

This isn't your last day, you'll wake up tomorrow.
You have more time ahead of you.

This isn't your last day, you'll wake up tomorrow.
There is more life to be lived.

So I pull the shades back, let the light pour in through every crack I slammed into the window.
I open the curtains to let in the sunlight.

Will the good parts stay in limbo?
Will the good things in life remain uncertain or unreachable?

Why can I only remember when you said you'd love me better if I left?
Why is it that I can only recall the negative things you said to me?

And not the way you said, a thousand times, that if I left you'd die?
Why can't I remember the numerous times you told me that you'd be nothing without me?