I feel like a thief about to break in
And standing outside a broken window
My breath is warm and the air is cold
I hear noises of insects and the green wet grass
I'm not gonna sell what I have stolen
It's something that belongs
to me
The floor simmers and I am nervous I
place my hand on the entrance wall
I hear shrieking whispers in the closets
And layers of dust on every surface
I feel like a thief about to break in
As I'm watching people
pass on the streets
And I wish to own the glow in their eye Because they are so beautiful
Because they are so beautiful