She shaves her legs so close, and holds a razor to my throat
It’s the price of loving me she says as she dares me to breathe
We met in our teens
Seventeen was like a dream
21 has come, talking like we’re drunk with our stomachs pumped
And we won’t sober up
You say you want to turn me off, like a switch from light to dark
And you’ll see memory some perfect picture gallery
Your camera clicks and I’m in a frame like a lonely lion who’s in a cage
Looks through the bars like there’s some mistake he’s always making the same face
That resembles me but it’s clearly fake and at feeding time you bring my plate and I love the smell but I hate the taste cuz I did no work and there was no chase so I make an escape
I’ve been known to disappear like the six months I left last year
Thin as a ghost, drove around the west coast, till I eventually came home
And you didn’t even change, I recall you looked the same, and I was on my own I grew roots through the stone and I wonder what you did
I grew sailor’s eyes that possessed on the horizon, the water and dry land
The pier and then the island
The house of brick, the touch of sand
Looking for a man with a looking glass,
A compass, and a map
So taking off the rope that you’ve tied on to your boat
You could float in the sea or grow roots here like a tree
But your mother can’t, or an acrobat (?)
You fall out of trees onto your back
And some other guys are back and you give him ass until he gives you back
And he always gives you back with a razor blade tilt to his neck and a tremble palm on a shaven leg, saying wind does blow and the trees do sway
Tide pours like sweat from the inlet
The bird will fly back to the nest
Her feather wings for you are spread
This wounded lark with a ruffled breast
Crestfallen boy can you accept
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Lyrics submitted by Krista D.