Mostly Air

You were my favorite architect
Stacking up stories
Gave me a rib cage high-rise
All the air in a skyscraper could never lift these lungs

Like words hitchhiking your breath
Riding my insides

I really wanted to believe in your shaky masterpiece
But I exhaled and it collapsed into the truth
Every building's just a stack of empty stories
Cubes of space underneath a hollow roof

There's not much there
It's mostly air
There was nothing there
It was mostly air

Like words hitchhiking your breath
Riding my insides

Like words hitchhiking your breath
Riding my insides
Like words hitchhiking your breath
Riding my insides