"Hana" lyrics

A strange state, half-asleep
Under blankets helps me process any night at home
You were concerned about my health
The day I smoked in pain

You choose windows, I choose walls
To press my face against and smash my bones
I remember weather and lights, the grass was cut and green
With fingers wrapped around the branch of my sister's apple tree

And I'm staring at the ceiling, there's history appearing
Younger us in different trouble
And I'm staring at the ceiling, there's history appearing
Younger us in different trouble

You taught me how to survive
And live my life with no concern at all, all

And I'm staring at the ceiling, there's history appearing
Younger us in different trouble
And I'm staring at the ceiling, there's history appearing
Younger us in different trouble