capacity ft. reagan Lyrics

Dead wings

Linen flowers

Pile up in the corner

Like the ash of incense

Wishbones

Paperweights

When I see the mirror

I turn the light off

until morning

I used to run around

Spin around

Capable of sunshine

Singing in the outfield

Getting lost in the mall

Laughing until my ribs gave out

But I'm giving out at 17

Fever

Rotten flesh

Healing is an art that I haven't managed yet

Sew me up needle and thread

New house plant

I gave it everything it gave me death

And I do everything to push my limit

Even let him push my limit

I used to roam alone and dance at home in some purple dress

Capable of smiles true and wide

Until my cheeks got tired

I'm forever tired at 17

I'm sensibly mangled

Losing my color baby

When flowers pile up

Just know that I was trying

And I've got all of this old faith

With no reason to believe and

And i

What'd I do with all of this faith

(I'm sensibly mangled)

Plastic butterflies all over the carpet of my room

(Losing my color baby)

Snuff out the candle nurse my pain

(when flowers pile up)

Rip it out of me

(Just know that I was trying)

So I can't feel your memory

And I

What'd I do with all of this faith?

And I

What'd I do with all of this faith?

Faith

Dead wings

Linen flowers

Pile up on a gravestone

What could've happened

If I hadn't gone under?

What would be left to give?