i will be a canvas of skin, and a radio that sings for weeks.
i am not your emotional crutch, i am an ocean-thin elegy.
you said you "feel at home sometimes, you made my bones white again".
but i understand the game, you only need me when you feel pain
or when its convenient for you.
how could you be so self absorbed in sheets? i am not you
quit burying your books in other peoples graves!
there will be no flowers to grow from these words!
you said you had a dream that you were dying -
to tell me something, i already know, i already know
you are absolutely fucked
Track Name: if i am a forest, you are a forest
good things come from a foxes nest
well we have ran out
we buried our books in the basement
it's my own damn fault
you can have these organs if you give me your intentions
just for a day, let me be clear of this body consuming
did you know that i was a forest?
did i plan to get myself lost?
Track Name: venice
you and i and venice
all fluid in motion as soft as the ocean,
shooting compliments until we die
i want you to get on the table and rise
your symphony lies to the light
as my eyes roll back to see
our bodies in the sun
your body to pree filled with mountains and rivers
i sank into thee with a force hard and filling
intensity life, our chakras were ringing with snow
i traced all the valleys with excitement and wonder
i kissed every burn mark and held up your tower
i sulkened until we were one