i have a princess on my finger but i can’t remember her name
she said she’d make it cleaner but can’t take away the pain

i hear the train in the distance and i still wish i was underneath it
waving at the onlookers, singing happy birthday
cause i never felt more alive than when the world was slipping by
with blood between my fingers, like the truth between your lies
i’m still freezing in the winter from the craters in my knuckles
and i think i must admit that i may never fully recover

i fold into my solitude and pray to be unmovable