Somewhere on my soft palate
Won’t hurt in the slightest
Tire tracks on fabric
Baby
You’re the brightest
Won’t you come alive when I see
You tonight then

You’re sick of that song
You stick to your guns
You’re sick of my warmth

You put the light on
You’re sick of that sun
You wanna move on

Brood X
Periodically swarm the garden
Only you and me then
Cloud 9
Thick and darkened
With a wider wingspan
And you
Leaving me there

You’re sick of that song
You stick to your guns
You’re sick of my warmth

You put the light on
You’re sick of that sun
You wanna move on

I’ve been crawling for miles
One call away
Knee on counter and aisle
Holding the weight
Hate how it’d transpired
Did you win today?
When the spark had unwired
The burning stayed
Did you win today?