Fainter, darling
I don’t think I could hear you cutting me down under your breath
Try a different angle, perhaps
I don’t think I could quite feel your ***** slicing into my chest
If you wanted to plant a garden over me,
All you had to do was ask
I know I’m woven of the brightest colors you’ve ever seen
I know you’re tired of going blind,
Fighting the escaped circus bear of memory
How can you lie to your delicate self so easily?
Are you ready to admit why you’re losing sleep?