You were breathing in sickness
Just to touch me
I was starving for a love just to crush me
Fuck me
Oh, the crushed and the best
Black-lung choir, heaven-sent
Fighting with the fucked religions
When heavy heart is on the wire
Too washed-out to inspire
And too washed-up for desire
Don’t you touch me now
‘Cause I am in my own head
Don’t you touch me now
‘Cause I am in my own head
With strings to sew and to stitch
A disconnection on your end
But it can’t be fixed
So I find myself in therapy
Not open windows
Young love as an after-thought
To such crescendo
Skeletons you’ve safely kept
They find their kin
But they’re still oppressed
They plot their independence
But I’m still singing to the missed
I’m too indifferent for the pitch
Lethargic in my own discretion
When heavy head it will not heal
You press it against the steering wheel
To rest it with the overkill
Don’t you touch me now
‘Cause I am in my own head
Don’t you touch me now
‘Cause I am in my own head
With strings to sew and to stitch
A disconnection on your end
But it can’t be fixed
Am I only one conviction of many
Am I any conviction at all
Or one more accomplishment
On the list of battles you won
Just this once I’ll tell you were wrong
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