I wake up in a pool of blood
Every night
I pretend to die
Pretending that my plight was right
My sinking head on your knees
No reply
My heart was bleeding throes
Conjuring the pose of mother Mary
Me
On a cliff out by the sea
The ring bearer is our dead friend
I see him every time I get the f*cking bends
He's smiling he looks happy to me
You hold my neck like I'm a newborn
Useless bag of bones
Till you teach me what I lack
Until you teach me how to love you back
It's hard
Holding the gaze of your eyes
If I'm not the only one you call
It's hard
Keeping my posture at all
If I keep crawling back when I'm called
There's fire
There's love
There's nothing