The belly or the bully will pull the boy to me, we're swelling in the sea. Teeth and fingernails strip the shell clean, thread my bu*tons and beads. And if the house is sadder when I leave you on your own just build another home - stubborn Billy-goat! Bitter to the bone, chopping timber and stone
Forgive this request, see I'm bleeding half to d**h. For days I drift and land in your hands, where all that I know is all I need to know. I take the pen and I write: "You are anything other than kind."
The son will gift the colour when the ashes are grey on our mother's face. Giving counsel and giving us a name, such a tender exchange. But if you're growing bitter as I lead you through the breeze just lead me to the field. Scatter petals and bury me in weeds. Chop a cross from a tree
Forgive this request, see I'm bleeding half to d**h. For days I drift and land in your hands, where all that I know is all I need to know. But when the morning looks down on some river too shallow to hold or fire the ammo, hide between the digger and the plough