Blueprints

Concrete buckles, cobwebs bloom
While angles hold their breath
In backyards, buckers overturned
Under picnic-grey skies

Determined to remain
To brave this load-bearing embrace
With bottle caps and paint shards
To confetti my escape

Will you teach me how to whistle
With a mouthful of nails
I can hammer, I can yell

I know this ain't no paradise
But it might mean home to me
And I'll give it up when
I have fiven everything

Will you teach me how to whistle
With a mouthful of nails
I can hammer, I can yell

Will you teach me how to whistle
With a mouthful of nails
Will you still love you if i fail