Lyrics

Burning trails and little sleep
All this muscle in a tangled heap
Your body nearly broke into mine
I see the ghost of every move
I could have sworn we humans knew
But you’re an army of perfect ways

Lie down here

I need a grip on what my mind needs to feel to use my time
I’m not helpless, I’m good and clean
No truer words typed on your arm
All of the doorways you couldn’t guard
If I am tragic then so it goes