Lockjaw

most of me sunk into the carpet

what was left of you

asked me to leave

i was a broken thumbtack

i was a napkin in the rain

this is how it often goes

sold into captivity so long ago

this is how it often goes

god knows i would know

i don't want your kind words

i want your ghost inside a thimble

i woke up feeling mutilated

and i made my way

as best i could to my place

you love me mostly when i'm leaving

you love me

mostly

you love me mostly when i'm leaving

i was half gone when you met me

i cut out my tongue

seeing yours would speak

for the both of us