Came to me on icebergs and bonded cell ties
and write up these letters to question your reasons
for coming and leaving to carry the summer
in allies and basements you washed yourself clean

My sockets are swimming, my sockets are empty
My sockets are swimming, my sockets are empty

They claim that wire had covered your heart
and they claim that water had entered your lungs
they called you a martyr, and they cut off your ties to the city
they called you a traitor, and they cut off your ties to the south

Came to me in paintings that highlight the sun
it branded the concept of living and lying
to forgive the layout and rewrite the history
a four sided story, a moundbuilders dream

My sockets are swimming, my sockets are empty
My sockets are swimming, my sockets are empty

They claim that wire had covered your heart
and they claim that water had entered your lungs
they called you a traitor, called you a traitor, called you a traitor
called you a martyr, and they cut off your ties to the city
said they cut em off, cut em off


post BY Carcinha