Console

Hands, tucked

Walking with my hands in my pockets

I'll keep

Walking till my lips are dry and red

Like wine

Drinking while my baby plays on his

Console

Me, and I will console you too

I'm just aiming for the middle

And you

Never took back the words you said

That's fine

I guess you really meant them

I'm not

Searching for an apology

From you

I know that'll never happen

And I

I won't name it

If I can help it

Oh I, I won't name it

If I can help it

Hands, tucked

Walking with my hands in my pockets

I'll keep

Walking till my lips are dry and red

Like wine

Drinking, while my baby plays on his

Console

Me, and I will console you too

But I'm not aiming for the middle

Not anymore

And I

I won't name it

If I can help it

Oh I, I won't name it

If I can help it

Drinking blue wine

From the berries that they sprayed

Down by the river in our glade

When they weigh my heart

Down in the buried place

They'll find a thick layer of shame