A pain to glove

A painted glove

I can't see, I can't reach for the locket on your neck, there's bullets in the air

Dispel these rumors I've been feeding to myself. In the cocoon I breed the fear

A pain to glove

A painted glove

And now I'm hanging off a leg

Married to indecision, my dear friend

Buried in shame with a wool-knit blanket

Where is the jar I would sleep cozy in?

Wait, is this the prison of distaste?

Nothing could be right and nothing could change

I've gone to dinner with visions of my rape

I drain the pictures o colors and shapes

A pain to glove

A painted glove