to get saved in your body, to get drunk on your blood
i hid my doubts in your tears and oh, how we cried
so suffer me not to be separated; that distance drawing deep
under my skin so here i let myself bleed out if only
to relieve the pressure of your absence, trepanation
not trepidation, too full of your love (my love for you, so, yours)
i overflow:
this is my affliction, this is my affliction
should i not marvel at the ease with which you leave me
every last god gone on an angry breath
and that's how us mortals differ; we feel where you make pretend
and my desperate tongue disgusts in every moment
i must keep these things to myself as often as i draw my breath