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