talk to me with your tongue on a trip wire
wake me up
[[open your mouth]]
I promise I’m not hollow gut me
[[show me what you’re made of]]
I’m collapsing synapsing light me up
come find me
if I hit this floor I’m gone for good
[[are you dying? are you there?]]
talk to god through the windows I am warping the floors
I’m diffusing hands bruising, close me up
[[shut your mouth]]
we’re the wild child, I told you
are you tired? are you scared?
we’re just bitter plants in bitter dirt
I’m not angry now. I told you
my chest is beating water I’ve got nothing left for this
when the walls come down, come find me
I’m collapsing synapsing
[[you’re a mess]]