If no one’s listening in I’d like to pull apart the core of you and squeeze myself back in and if we can’t make friends then I will live my life in servitude and you can watch me give
I want to have faith in you be wild and [wounded] I want you to tell me to expire
Stamp your heels for autumn ‘cause you ought to live your memories and void and erase the page and as my cells expand in me [a shape the secrecies we seek, we yearn] now I can see
I want to have faith in you be wild and [wounded] I want you to tell me to expire
Every week I wait for you to bring me home or break my back or string me thru the noose The burning tree and strongest hand the soil of the earth depends I die eternally
I want to have faith in you be wild and [wounded] I want you to tell me to expire