parts of this song were written with my friend rob.
lyrics
your father's breath inside of you
sticks in your throat, turns black and blue
you are the knife, the bitter hue
the salt in my mouth when i think about you
your father's flames in your flickering eyes
i can still feel their heat every time you creep by
you are the one who said, "never be surprised"
if the fire catches up, it was just your time
your knowing home looked heavenly
your knowing love swallowing me
pale moon on the skin of a black sea
your knowing love apart from me
(pressed against the side of a twisted monolith
can't help sticking my hand all the way in
fire pulses off your skin, throbs like a vessel
exploding inside of you)
your father's breath inside of you
sticks in your throat, turns black and blue
you are the knife, the bitter hue
the blood in my mouth when i think about you
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