Blood-letting - Mothers
I think it's about time I was leaving
You're stumbling over words I don't believe in
But I'm finding new legs to walk with
I've been finding new knives to kiss with
When you sleep your body turns a ghost white
And I can't help but feeling like a fly on milk
I crawled back into myself alone
I crawled back into myself alone
I am in writhing with certainty
I am dancing with the slow death
Trembling like a drop of mercury
I touched your wrist beneath the blanket
I touched your wrist beneath the blanket
No use now in trying to change our old ways
When someone else is name is stuck
Between your shoulder blades
Here are my high hands
Reminding you of someone else is hands
God is stuck singing himself to sleep
I am not the only one
God is stuck singing himself to sleep
I am not the only one
God is stuck singing himself to sleep
I am not the only one
