All our celebrities keep dying While the cruel men continue to win You'd reassure me in a way you only can Get these days to go by like the swaying of a ship
Your shape in the dark Out of state, licensed to me Public pool, miller moon Don’t turn away, I’m still awake
Steering on hostile waves of panic Like fighting a wheel that pulls to the right I don’t deserve you but I’m giving it my best Extol your sacrifice with fine caviars and aspics
Your voice, in the night Sing me to sleep, soothe this insomnia Haunted dreams, stages of grief Repressed memories Anger and bargaining
Your embrace, healing my wounds Teach me to breathe, teach me to move Ptsd, anxiety, genetic disease Thanatophobia
