I crawl out of the paint to devour your sour stench. That steaming green and yellow slime that falls out of your teeth isn't even your fault you know. The meds run in the family. They've been filling you up since you learned to walk. Aren't you lucky you've got your health? Have mercy on me father I have run from the slime but it's inside me anyways and it pours heavily from my throat in choking waves. I can hear the opera again, isn't it nice? I told you to lock me up - haven't you seen me? I heard you liked diseases so I'll let you come see the wires. Get closer. Help me **** the prisoner. He's got the smell too - I can hear the opera again, isn't it nice? Isn't it all just nice?

Cast your hook in me
Set it deep
Into something that resembles a heart
Rip it out
For all the world to see
It’s been empty from the start
Despise me now
Wonder how
You could have ever loved this shell?
A silver tongue
Cannot become
More than a book of spells

So here we are
Picking scars
Scratching ‘till they bleed
Sacred bonds
Sick and starved
Begging to be freed
We knew the risk
But couldn’t resist
So we rode our shooting star
It burned so bright
Before it died
Leaving who we really are

You said you needed space
So I gave you to the universe
But you got lost among the stars, trapped against a moon,
And you asked for me to bring you back.

You said you needed to stay closer
So I put you back in my box
But claustrophobia got the best of you, shrunk yourself smaller,
And you asked me for more room.

You said you wanted distance
So I left for somewhere new
Though adventure was just down my street, I left for cities farther,
And I asked for you to follow.

are stitches
breathing