The Blankets Were the Stairs

Lost myself when pain from your

Heart left its trace

In written words held like a seam

I have no hand to heal

I can't imagine your emotions

Wrapped around

Inferior

Hold that iron

Inferior

My hand to heal, your wounds won't heal

My longing for your warm embrace

Why can't it see the thinking to me?

My sense of one is open

Time to run and drink like Astiocles

So sideways

Inferior

Hold that iron

Inferior

Late again

My breathing is leaving after yours

Stay one time

Holding things I know you're asking for

You're always there, inferior

My time to let it go, oh

My brother, now hold that iron

Time to collide

Your face is strong, your eyes want to unfold

Inside of me

Inferior

Hold that iron

Inferior

Late again

My breathing is leaving after yours

Stay one time

Holding things I know you're asking for

Throw away

For these things can go no longer