I'll wrap up my bones
and leave them
out of this home
Out on the road.
Two feet standing on a principle
two hands longing for each other's warmth
cold smoke seeping out of colder throats
darkness falling, leaves nowhere to go.
It's spiraling down,
biting words like a wolf howling
hate is spitting out each other's mouths
but we're still sleeping like we're lovers.
Still with feet touching
still with eyes meeting
still our hands match
still with hearts beating.
Two feet standing on a principle
two hands digging in each other's wounds
cold smoke seeping out of colder throats
darkness falling, leaves nowhere to move.
It's spiralling down,
biting words like a wolf howling
hate is spitting out each other's mouths
but we're still sleeping like we're lovers.
Still with feet touching
still with eyes meeting
still our hands match
still with hearts beating.
I'll wrap up my bones
and leave them
out of this home
Out on the road.
Two feet standing on a principle
two hands longing for each other's warmth
cold smoke seeping out of colder throats ...
darkness falling, leaves nowhere to go.
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