glass melting as i’ve wilted - printing shed lyrics

[verse 1]
the air is dead around me
held in my stale breathing
my lungs feel the shaking
from trees falling
i didn’t want you to know this
i thought you might not notice the shaking of my fist but
stems snap in my fingers
and i’m alone in this
but at least it’s cathartic

[outro]
at least it’s cathartic
at least it’s cathartic
at least it’s cathartic
at least it’s cathartic
at least it’s cathartic