Toppling over, I see you in the window Red orange leaves covering your cuts Little incisions made just for us If you hear something like a wave, come find me Keep those eyes shut tight As you make yourself bleed You've closed the window And now I sing outside Hummingbird loose Different guts you collect, only stay a month or two Internet loves that fuck the love out of you Dear girl, I could have their hearts Deliver them in parts I'm outside your window And I can still see you