Silence - Favourite Routine lyrics

She's my baby Abortive child My miscarriage The kind that draws a smile She's my womb A s**m with style A foetus unborn to be wild Pale and divine Innocent and weak Endlessly frail Useless so to speak Your lips are blue Eyes rimmed in black I'm drawn to you You're such a wreck She's growing stronger It's obscene Licking her wounds was my favourite routine Watching her heartbeat on the screen Wondering if she'll turn nineteen …or not