Pneumonia

Get over the sorrow, girl

The world is always going to be made of this

You can trust in it

Unless you breathe in bravely

I adore how you simply surrender to high, high

And your lungs

They're mourning TB-style

All the still-born love that could've happened

All the moments you should have embraced

All the moments you should have not locked up

Understand so clearly

to shut yourself up

Would be the hugest crime of them all

hugest crime of them all

You're just crying after all

To not want them humans around anymore

Get over that sorrow, girl

Get over it