I feel so foreign
I'm not meant to be in this body I inhabit
With these dreams that hang over me

Your mother swears I'm dying
Says that shirt is choking me
With the shackles of our language
And the breaths we couldn't breathe

And I will sleep with flowers
And they are kind to me
In my peaceful dreaming
The world dissolves quietly

Oh body, be held
By whom you love
Swallowed in the silence
Of the sky that hangs above