Head-Wound City II

Lean, oh, you’ve had too much
I’ll take you home
No wonder where this will go

Your crutch has held for too long
Just get those clothes off, you’ll find a new one.

Oh I don’t mean to preach
But I’ve got so much to say
There are so many things you’ve taken for granted
But now you come in close
Before my mouth has time to form the words
I fall forward (I fall for yours)

I swore I would never be caught dead on you again
Until you guide my hands apart and lead them to your skin
And I give in, how appropriate
That I sleep with my angel
And wake with her halo

[You were my pride]
Now get on the bed
And I’ll show you how I stand
A hemorrhaging heart
Held in hemophiliac hands
And what I could do
With all this time spent bruising over you
(We’re both sick to death)
White noise reminders of what we hide from the world
You beg for distance? I beg to differ.