Blossom night bloom
The ground wants to swallow
Oh you know
How it pulls at my hearstrings
To know a death grip
That's now dissolved
In the garden we're growing shame
Two birds of a feather
Together
Plucked from the head
Of a crow
It hurts to not tell you
I want to
Crack my fucking skull
On pavement
A statement in blood
To repay a debt that I owe
It hurts to not tell you
I'll fall to pieces if you
Stare at my insides
The rotting parts of me
I'm trying to hide
Behind teeth
You're lighting
Lanterns to let go
And burn in effigy
Your arms around me
I hate it
It's sickening
