Teal Transition

A skeleton who breathes, tells me stories  
She understands and lives with me in purgatory but we know it ain't gonna happen,
No.. the road is split in two, but I got plenty to make it back.
Life is the ocean and this car has enough room for friends
All tripped up in a bowl of cereal.
A skeleton who shows me affection, embraces my figure and rests her bones on my back  
We’re destined to be friends, in fact i've sewn it
she fixes the lesions in my head  
in return i bring her back from the dead  
we’re all tripped up in a bowl of cereal
but i still have space left for friends
Her bones are brittle yet she is young
forgets to eat and lets herself get hung…
up in everything converging
her heart is transportation
only to take on somewhere transcending.
i've become the transistor  
leaving leaving us tripped up in a bowl of cereal