you were my favorite architect stacking up stories gave me a ribcage high-rise all the air in s 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