I'll grind my teeth and make a milkshake to give you me
Simplified and slowly infused in your tea.
I'll wipe my bones off and strain my marrow in your palms so you can see I'm alive.
I'll cry you my irises out and play you what I've seen so you know I'm not that empty.
She said the truth to me and now i wanna stay in the sun until my blood dries out.
I'll file my nails to the base so you can see that dirt follows the finest.
I'll burn off my fingertips for you to see that water no matter how hot still takes out the fire.
I've burnt the sage and said my prayer but i know i won't get sleep
So I'll pluck every hair one by one until you know I'm beautiful either way.
I'll bend my ears to the sound of love and I'll crack my toes to the smell of dissapointment,
Guess i was raised right.
I'll sand my knees down so they don't break walls no more and I'll dent my knuckles till they don't work so I'm finally harmless.
I'll tell my mama she did a great job right after i pull out anything away from my body that could replicate someone like me,
And I'll send myself packed in your dreams filed down, broken, grinded into small pieces for you to finally enjoy my purest form of soul.
Less.