I would rather be stuck Between a rock and a hard place Than the rim of a volcano And the edge of your cliff
Your hot breath foretold a story On my neck, it jump started my bones But now, it burns And suffocates me relentlessly
I've filled myself with your hatred And stored you beneath my fingernails In anger, and in love Either way, I consider them *****
I have shared with you My darkest shadows My brightest eyes And you reaffirmed my beliefs That neither have a meaning If your foot isn't pressing down on them Like an informal baptism
It is clear what this is It is the domestication Of a wolf, to a dog From a dog