Shea

See you coming with your sister

See her skin her hands are blistered

Tongue so tied she speaks in whispers

And it feels like something, something good

And it feels just like, just like it should

Just like it should

This should be a time for grieving

Help me god my heart is bleeding

Please don’t touch me when I’m screaming

And it feels like something, something good

And it feels just like, just like it should

Just like it should

Hey boy let me look at your hands

Let me look at your face

Let me look at your

Hey boy let me look at your hands

Let me look at your face

Let me look at your

Inside, inside, inside

And it feels like something, something good

And it feels just like, just like it should

Just like it should

Just like it should

Just like it should

Ah, ah, ah