In the hole, she could hear them dead ringers and spirits Bells, strands of hair pins and the love And in the crevices she scales She writes, writes the name of debt I can't love you like you want All these anchors aren’t lifelines If it's not outside the realm of disbelief Stranded at the precipice Can you hear them grinding down? And with this powder we will paint this wall So calmly she repeats to herself Six, four, two, threes I can't help myself, I'm running out of time The fuel you douse me in All the others look away Striking at the matchbox he holds in his hand If there's one last hint of how I control Condolences chained to me I can't love you like you want Your confessions are the roots Of the vines obscuring all the ones you've Crushed out of existence They knew they wouldn't listen Others come and bend a knee at the bottom Of the borrowed weeping wall Can you hear her? Not plagiarizing symptoms To let the angels that you needed Never gave up on you Exposing all the wires cut She sinks it in the currents trap Tear drops in the voltage, turn to me Turn to me and sing