Crudely arranged
In a spot
Not even Christ can claim
It's been that way
For too long
To save our hairs from grey
I loved you since
You were a child
Before we both grew our dirty mouths
"So what?" you say
It's not okay
Still wearing a blood soaked filthy blouse
"For every God we claimed was good,"
"Did you think we'd be left rotting in the woods?"
"You can blame us for the youth we had,"
"But god you loved me so goddamn bad"
To my dismay
You speak the truth
But only when you want me for yourself
It's a bitter fruit
Sympathetic pill
Writhing through the salt soaked rings of hell
There are depths that can't be seen
The holy mess when you can't forgive yourself
Egyptian flowers, some ancient war
An angel in your teeth on the ballroom floor
You run out crying towards my car
As a gesture for your fear of old age
I follow your indulgent pain
I ask you do you feel so safe?
You say "f** your face and f** your blame,"
"The only thing I claim is your last name!"
Now I know my fear and I know my place
My bank account and Welsh last name
We are hollow
We are vacant
We are happy with d**h in mind
We are pregnant
We are shallow
We are fixed on a cruel dark plight
We are hollow
We are vacant
We are happy with d**h in mind
We are pregnant
We are shallow
We are fixed on a broken down, some jumbled unfortunate lie