Mar 12, 2014 20:16
"Come on Skinny Love, just last the year;
Pour a little salt. We were never here.
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer.
I tell My Love to wreck it all;
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall.
Right in the moment, this order's tall.
And I told you to be patient,
And I told you to be fine,
And I told you to be balanced,
And I told you to be kind.
And now 'all your love was wasted?'
Then who the hell was I?!
Now I'm breaking at the britches,
And at the end of all your lines...
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?"