Tremors in the hallways are the branches
They shook the fruit from my ghostly limbs
I still give you pieces of me
You make paper from my skin
If you write me letters
They still read
As if you spoke
If I try to burn down
And the words they run off in smoke
Wish I knew which parts of me
Are still here
Not just pieces I remember
Wish I knew which parts of me
That you hold dear
You left me ambivalent as can be, oh man
If you wanna let me rest then
Let me sleep in
If you wanna cut me deep then
Just cut me down
Better to just cut me down and
If you wanna let me rest then
Let me sleep in
If you wanna cut me deep then
Just cut me down
Better to just cut me down
Wish I knew which parts of me
Are still here
Not just pieces I remember
Wish I knew which parts of me that
You hold dear
You left me ambivalent as can be, oh man
If you wanna let me rest then
Let me sleep in
If you wanna cut me deep then
Just cut me down
Better to just cut me down
If you wanna let me rest then
Let me sleep in
If you wanna cut me deep then
Just cut me down
Better to just cut me down
