will you build a tower in my name
will every step to the top sing to you
will every broken window pane
invite chills down your spine
will you feel the rotten wooden handrail
and brush the cobwebs from the corners
will you see the stars when you arrive
will your eyes meet the ground
will you build a tower in my name

the last bit of salt
like skin on asphalt
cracked skull
broken rib
punctured lung
busted lip
but you're ok, right?

i don't want to care
unfortunately, i do
you're still there
i love you, too.
stop saying that
stop calling me pet names
stop saying that
you're the one to blame
stop saying that
stop talking

she kept talking about larry david
it was destiny for me to give in

in this hall of women
stripping to get money
to pay their groceries
to eat i found love

i'm digging this sound
deep beneath the ground
asleep with the hounds
i'll keep making my rounds

i'm afraid of confrontation
so i'll save it some place vacant
to be stagnant. decapitated.