and maybe i could swim in your blood like your drugs do,
if you want me to.
i still take lyrics from old folk songs,
and braid them into your hair
sometimes you sing along,
but on most occasions your mind drifts elsewhere.
i really don't mind,
i just wish you'd take me with you,
but you shake your head so violently saying you're just not capable.
it’s fine though
i really don’t care
i just want to be closer than your clothes are
closer than your skin is
closer than your veins are,
if that’s okay.
because i think i love you so much it aches,
so much it pains,
so much that it slowly becomes not okay.
but maybe i could just swim in your blood like your drugs do,
i really really want to.
and love me if that's what you wanna do