Cold aching teeth, to the soles of my feet.
You said I couldn't be any safer or free.
On mendicant legs, on pharmacist sleep,
I held out my hand,
Said, " Would you hold my hand?"
Black cavity.
Through the whole of your chest
The sugar is free, though hard to digest.
I held my tongue, the way you bit my lip.
I kiss with my blood. I kiss with my blood.
And you, I've called you my friend.
And this, we'd see through to the end.
Our dreams are bound by a bandage of skin.
So let the healing begin.
Lives, traded so bold.
Bartered and sold, a paper plate faith
And throwaway soul.
Time, tried and exposed.
I guess we're just getting old.
These aching teeth and worn down old soles.
Oh I was just a stranger to something greater.
To something unknown.
Oh I was just a stranger, to something grater.
On a path far from home.