Pneumonia
Get over that sorrow, girlThe world is always going to be made of this
You can trust in itUnless you breathe inBravely
I adore how you simply surrender to high
And your lungs,they're mourning,Tepee style
And the still-born love that could've happenedAll the moments you should have embracedAll the moments you should have not locked up
UnderstandSo clearlyTo shut yourself upwould be the hugest crime of them allhugest crime of them allYou're just crying,after all.To not want them, humans, around,anymore
Get over that sorrow, girl.