There's a question inside me
that defiles beauty and hurts my feet.
I've challenged everything I've seen
to sink my teeth in skin I don't need.
I know all the words to the songs you sing.
They're all about girls and none of them are me
and when he moves, I know he's moving.
I find his thoughts when I am sleeping.
I know it's me, and when it comes
they'll hit the ground running, and we'll be the only ones
left alone with our burden
knowledge lost across an ocean.
There's this gift I've been given
a softer spot, a brighter vision
I hate fighting war against myself
because endless battles have never helped.
And I imagine he's not alone now
but we're by ourselves wherever I go now.
And if you can't leave, I'll try to be brave.
I'm not smart enough to change.
I feel heat where I don't wanna go.
It stays in my collar when it runs down my throat, and if the fever spreads
I pray to God I don't hurt you,
but your blood does become you.
It brings out the blue behind your eyes
and turns to wine when your faith dies.
He seems like a separate world
that all loses focus, and I don't want him to know everyone I've been.
cause I've used wood to build up my bones.
and lit the match that's keeping them warm.
I stake my claim before your eyes.
They probably know, but they'll tell you lies.
My lips will bruise when he'll kiss my mouth
while I'm asleep and living somewhere else
despite the men I don't have time for
because of the boys I have to lie for.
I want my soul, and I want my heart
but they aren't speaking, and they're living apart, and when we hit the ground
I prayed to God it didn't hurt you.
But the blood was becoming of you
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