Glasswing Bloom

There’s a little blue light

Blinking in the hall

It knows my name tonight

Though I never called The wallpaper is breathing Softly in the seams

I hear somebody singing

From inside my dreams

Don’t turn around

Don’t make a sound

Something is learning how I move

I’m dancing with the wrong reflection

Smiling when I close my eyes Every little imperfection

Opens up and lets me inside Round and round the room is

bending Sweet enough to make me cry If I wake up,

will it end me?

If I stay, will I survive?

There’s a red thread tied around me Leading to the stairs Tiny

paper hands surround me Counting all the hairs The television whispers In

a language made of rain I can feel the picture miss me

When I leave the frame

Don’t turn around

Don’t make a sound

Something is wearing my perfume

Hush now, the ceiling is low Hush now,

the shadows all know Hush now,

I’m almost gone

Hush now, keep singing along

I’m dancing with the wrong reflection Now it’s dancing just like me

Every little imperfection Looks exactly how I used to be Round and

round the room is bending All the doors have turned to sky

If I wake up,

will it end me?

If I stay, will I survive?

There’s a little blue light Blinking in the hall

It knows my name tonight

I never called