I've been left
To lick my wounds for too long
I'm down to bone
Calloused tongue, itchy teeth
Metal mouth with rubber gums
I can't talk now
Hold me for an hour
Flowers bloom in less
We'll brace this crumbling tower
The harvest of distress
Eke me out
Make me last, I am a broken ship
A sinking mast
You filled me up
And made the holes
With fingertips, red nails and cutting words
Patch me up
Or hold me for an hour
Flowers bloom in less
We'll brace this crumbling tower
The harvest of distress
Hold me for an hour
Flowers bloom in less
We'll brace this crumbling tower
The harvest of distress
