It's been a while since I read
Your letters kept beneath my bed
Did you mean what you said?
I haven't heard you speaking since
Your silence is an ugly sound
My tired arguments abound and
Press me like flowers between pages
Bless me, I'll struggle all my days yith you
Violent heart, quiet storm
Beneath my chest since I was born
Hidden wounds, heavy hand
Salty crimson, understand
My skin was torn by my own hands
Wondering if you give a damn, so
Press me like flowers between pages
Bless me, I'll struggle all my days with you
Interlock, adjust my stance
Bare my teeth, patient dance
Hand to hip, dislocate
Tare the sinew, give and take
Knock the wind out from my chest
Replace it with your waking breath
Press me like flowers between pages
Bless me, I'll struggle all my days with you
