TTX

You got marker on your hand
Holding shoulders, I saw a policeman drive-by
Heel to dirt I felt that couldn't cut my wrist
And I spent hours on

I'd have held myself much closer then
I'd have held myself much closer then
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Hearing personal last names
Never felt like I got off that train

In the back of your apartment I would lay down
Feel the burden of that carpet
Brush my cheek and I spent hours on
I'd have held myself much closer then
I'd have held myself much closer then
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to

Hearing personal last names
Calm the stutter I could lie like you have to
Just enough to make you wait
Pooling like the blood around my knuckles
Or the lake around your parents house

Or the cut along your eyelid
Heavy in the way I trace my losses
In the glass where I had only stood
I could lapse around your offers

Feigning like you don't know what to call it
In the pace along your brother's eye
Or the tremble in your hands now