chiffon and cotton tap dancing
breathable measures in plaid and plain air
i'd rather taste bluberry buttermilk pie
and not know that i'm alive
than fill my nose with burning fumes
of rising seawater and philosophies
how foolish to know anything at all

You cling to God like he will save you
But he will only tuck you in
to the bed you made of filth and sin

the stars are mangled with my breath
i inhale and exhale dizziness

In the loss
Do you grieve numbly
Or with the weight
of each day
each year
Each moment
That was ripped from your clawed hands
tight enough to spasm your muscles
tight enough to leave your forearms aching
tight enough to retract into your skin
crescents in your palms
but not tight enough to keep hold,
not tight enough to save anything beloved

do you grieve numbly

Anything you could give me,
I already found on my own.
I know you tried to call,
But I was already halfway home
Too out of touch to answer the phone

The siren sings her lullaby
Pulls me by my hair
I reach for the surface
Kicking, screaming
She drags me under
Bleeding, Dreaming

In bottles of Prada perfume,
I am with you.
In the symptoms in my body
That will only confuse my mind,
I am with you.
In a shady grove littered with stones,
I am with you.
Sugar and Cola and never growing old,
I am with you.