give a word of fragile optimism that this will be okay
bore down on gluttonous hands, regurgitated thoughts from my heart
this can only be the going under
this can only be k**ing the me in me
push and pull like the machines
the humans anthems are dying in me
i don't think a soul knows compromise like a soul mate
it sleeps with me
in my flesh i ask for a personal bleeding
the holy ghost has word with me
it comes in love, it comes with gentle hands that disinfect the sting for me
a whole is filled without the ring
instead a kiss, a kiss from the sun to try again