One day you'll be okay, darling
you'll be clean of the blood on your hands
No trace of this soul will come around.
Groans will turn to softening whispers;
then they'll make no sound.

Aren't you used to being alone, darling?
I was an abandoned asylum
Still, you called me home
Nestled in my lungs
Giving breath for your life
You grew and punctured me with your thorns,
your knife

There were cards upon the stove
while you were crying into coffee
grasping your shoulders to shake
a message that you need to understand
There are things we'll just never know
There are things we'll just never know
There are things we will just never know
Can you feel me yet?
Can you feel my voice echo?

This asylum was abandoned before you came
But I can't blame you,
You were too, a haunted place.
But our ghosts just don't see each other
or at least yours won the battle.

It's not your fault, it is mine.
It's not your fault, it was mine.

So tell me, what was it like, darling?
Seeing my body hang like a light fitting,
Never knowing why?