Like Babies Want God's Love
lying to you
has always been something of a trick to master but now its just a
mark of silence that i hope slips by because
i cannot speak untrue to you, i just have to keep these Devils Teeth tight tonight
And i know Worry
she is something of a cousin i keep close
pooling in my stomach she leaks
onto your palms on the nights i cant stop being so sick --
lets just
wash our hands of this
Oh but I know I know its under your nails by now
each need for the details of the scene
Oh is there anything but: every day every day every day
your eyes close and roll deep into the the top of your lids
where is it now? (the last word)
i search for some sign of proof but fact of the matter is : no one cared enough to take names
but this isnt something for me to get over I mean, No, I mean, No i should be
moving quickly getting under it waiting for the warmth of another body
crashing on top of mine each night each morning should have been another
red sign another warning another glance in the wrong direction
what have you been gleaning from these years beside me?
so i have to take time and sort of the
true and honest bones within me I mean hone in on some sort of home
we have time time to kill between losing me and losing you so lets talk -- peeling socks off with my toes i could take you
to the mouth of the river and
clean us of all these traveling insecurities
but who is to say you wouldn't hold my head down at the base of my neck
crack my nose on the river rocks and wait
for a familiar silence
It's going to sink in
its going
to sink in somewhere (sometime)
(a long long time ago):
You gave me your hand;
smooth as stone and curling at the tips you brought it to the fruit of my mouth I mean (you have the palms of a sinner) --
my throat was so sore from then on out and at each false arch it choked back your name like saint, like you were
too holy to be hung
from my teeth and over my tongue
has always been something of a trick to master but now its just a
mark of silence that i hope slips by because
i cannot speak untrue to you, i just have to keep these Devils Teeth tight tonight
And i know Worry
she is something of a cousin i keep close
pooling in my stomach she leaks
onto your palms on the nights i cant stop being so sick --
lets just
wash our hands of this
Oh but I know I know its under your nails by now
each need for the details of the scene
Oh is there anything but: every day every day every day
your eyes close and roll deep into the the top of your lids
where is it now? (the last word)
i search for some sign of proof but fact of the matter is : no one cared enough to take names
but this isnt something for me to get over I mean, No, I mean, No i should be
moving quickly getting under it waiting for the warmth of another body
crashing on top of mine each night each morning should have been another
red sign another warning another glance in the wrong direction
what have you been gleaning from these years beside me?
so i have to take time and sort of the
true and honest bones within me I mean hone in on some sort of home
we have time time to kill between losing me and losing you so lets talk -- peeling socks off with my toes i could take you
to the mouth of the river and
clean us of all these traveling insecurities
but who is to say you wouldn't hold my head down at the base of my neck
crack my nose on the river rocks and wait
for a familiar silence
It's going to sink in
its going
to sink in somewhere (sometime)
(a long long time ago):
You gave me your hand;
smooth as stone and curling at the tips you brought it to the fruit of my mouth I mean (you have the palms of a sinner) --
my throat was so sore from then on out and at each false arch it choked back your name like saint, like you were
too holy to be hung
from my teeth and over my tongue