i was lying on the bench
waiting for the end of good –
the wind blowing through the bed of leaves falling off the edge
crushing by the st. jude in early fall –
crushing everything but men,
rushing everything i would have stood for anything i would make amends
i was lying on the bench
waiting for the end of good

follow the tide with me to the north
to crawl i'm begging you
salty owls you're poking to
hide with me in our home

now that you've found my hope
now the sound of me is gone

i fell into you, you went onto her
now all i have is layers of you — it's the cure
my limbs wanted more and
now your ribs on the floor
revolving my lips turning red
biting your tongue in the store

i live in the past because we don't last
no more

i was lying on my bed
when i felt the good pain
of finger pricked on a rose thorn
coming through the window pink
the smell of flowers filled the room
i sense that since i was born,
seeing they don't mean a thing
does it matter when i'm in fever dream?

fallen blossoms filled the room

though there's nothing brings the pain
i still feel the same
wild roses bloom

through heavy mud and underneath the hate
be rо́
by ***** reeds and under leaves of fate
me, rо́
beneath your coldest fears, with monsters in my head
keep rо́
in spite of crooked teeth,
wipe away my tears, hold the gate

help me row