Listening reveals his wounds Voiceless, he kneels to you Like a glinting dagger, one quick look And he spills you Sheets surrender you And I expect trauma Breath is real, anger's real Sleep on your birthday and cry Cry, my baby Let me wash you I have no ears for my lady... Listen to me You're called a silhouette You're playful with a sin But you see me Speak, or stop, or kiss me Your art is like your grin It delivers me