Boxcutter (feat. Courtney Swain)

I was afraid, dotting the i's of our reckoning A windowless chair, your hands on my face Contorted like a knee brace "Nothin' to do, baby No one to save me now" An eye of gold daisies Nothin' to see, go on, pull me out I am a plane crash No God above but an oxygen mask Decades in the bed you made Black garb of the Heaven's gate Come back to sleep, baby Come on and piece me back together now House flooding to the slow dance that we do I'm gutted here for you Hands cut up and the sutures come unglued I need a new skin to slip inside Heart gutted here for you Heart gutted here for you I could die at your feet 'til I'm bruised at the knees You keep wearing me down to the wire Mutilate me, you're my box cutter Ear to cheek, wearing the face of another So many things So many things So many things I'd say to you So many things So many things So many things I'd say to you "Nothin' to see, baby No one to save me now Come back to sleep, baby I'm gutted here for you"