picture me somewhere where I don't have to make up my scars for you ,
and we could lie down in all our liberty
picture me somewhere where I, I could still drive to you,
and let our skin rot out in the artificial heat...

but last night I watched you turn into her,
and now I don't know who I’m talking to,
so what's another 12 or 15 (or 9) songs to "you" ?

(o! compress me and tonicize me, and call me your baby as you fuck me,
o! compress me and tonicize me, and call me, and call me your baby)

so, darlin', build me a window over breakfast ,
and darlin', write me a poem I could sing!

I used to be the paradigm,
now I’m standing on a stepstool peeking through a garden-level window

I haven't opened my ultrathin reference bible in a long time,
oh, not since my skin's grown pale and hairless,

pink and orange sunset kept me warm and kept me golden ,
last time I saw it, it dug into my own skin,
and I got the scars to prove it, lord,
amen.

"I hope that my voice never comes back and these scars last forever"

suck the weight out of me,
and make me your diamond ,
tell me I'd be more healthy,
it goes on forever and ever and ever,

and suck the worry out of me,
and make me your dream girl,
feed me dependency!
it goes on forever and ever and ever,

but what could it mean to me if we were separated?
who would feed me the agency to go on forever and ever and ever?

forever and ever and ever...

picture me somewhere where I don't have to make up my scars for you,
my love's defined by my own stability!

picture me somewhere where I, I could still drive to you.
my love's defined by my boundless agency!

@bluegoldforever , now ruby giants tower over,
tell me we made it through november,
and I've got those scars too, lord,

"amen"