[Verse 1] You line them up Tiny colors on the sink Calendar of chemical days You don’t even stop to think Plastic crinkle Every morning Every night Swallow all the sharpest corners Till the room feels almost right [Chorus] Oh These bitter little planets on my tongue Spinning me slower Spinning me numb I keep saying “after this one I’ll be done” But they’re lined up Lined up Like they already won [Verse 2] You text me “fine” But the words come out in gray You’re here on the couch beside me Eyes are somewhere far away Half a glass Water rings on the table You say “today I stood up once” Like it’s a miracle you’re able [Chorus] Oh These bitter little planets on your tongue Spinning you slower Spinning you numb You keep saying “after this one I’ll be done” But they’re lined up Lined up Like they already won [Bridge] Maybe healing isn’t pretty (oh) Maybe it tastes like chalk and fear If you’re tired I can count them I can sit right here [Chorus] With these bitter little planets on our tongues Spinning us slower Never quite young We keep saying “after this one We’ll be done” Till we’re strong enough Strong enough To watch them One by one Be gone
