You were a linguist
And I’m sure you know
When I choked on all the utensils
I held in my throat
A wired jaw
Shears to my tongue
I went home silent

And pulled down
The eyelid screen
A highlight reel
Puts you back with me
Before I fall asleep
Before I fall asleep

Oooooh
Oooooh

And I was a skeleton
Poorly dressed
Gauze on my knuckles
Your hands pressed
Like a bandage to my palms
My mouth is a wound
[?] me your [?]