i think her azure eyes are broken
i think the fire is breaking free
i think that june isn't made of azure
i think she's blinded by the whiplash of these ties.

overwhelmed by those burning windows he's
hiding from those orbs of crushed glass
ornaments on a crisp christmas tree

boyfriends are easy to cut
when she throws her eyes onto the floor.
she tries to punt them away, caring aside
like she can make herself diamond rock.

And yet,
humpty dumpty never had such a fall as she.
.