You we born on a leap year. Filling the gaps
Spinning gears keep catching your cracks,
Skipping teeth, keep calling you back,
Telling stories, pretending they’re fact.
Let me go, too unstable to wane!
Chewing wildflowers to numb the pain.

Chorus:
Cut the lines, you’ll be fine
But if you break when I break,
Will you carry me away?
Will you fall on your blade
Just to hear when I’m saying I can’t?

You came out, started bruising.
Find it tough to admit when you’re losing.
Oh, what should I think?
Carefully crafted commercial disaster
They take what you’re after,
Get what they want out of you.

Chorus:
Cut the lines, you’ll be fine
But if you break when I break,
Will you carry me away?
Will you fall on your blade
Just to hear when I’m saying I can’t?
Oh, oh, oh,

Dissociate from touch,
You’re tilting to pull the others with you.
Posed shakespearean skull.
We see in different pictures.
You play imperial!
Stealing the power to waste away.
You took the comfort from the lights in her soul.
Projected map of the body
It’s crass, abject, colonial!
You passed disease presented to you at birth
Held underwater told to scream yourself worth
It wasn’t good enough!
Entrust the secrets to the backs of your arms
Killing the self as to protect it from harm!