Birthday Fingers

What a waste What a waste of skin Takes too long Faces caving in Made to wait Arms and legs Drown the place Spiked pegs Crack my chest Beat that drum Hold this skin Up to the sun See the sun come through See the sun come through See the sun come through Feel the sun cut through He's got birthday fingers He's got birthday fingers What a time What a time to dream Dream of an ocean where You can't drown just sink Made to wait For peace of mind The sand in my head Fills the space inside Crack my head Take the slime Hold it up and Hear it squeal in the light See the sun come through See the sun come through See the sun come through Feel the sun cut through He's got birthday fingers He's got birthday fingers He's got birthday fingers He's got birthday fingers