TTX - Gleemer

You got marker on your hand

Holding shoulders, I saw a policeman drive by

Heel to dirt I felt that couldn’t cut my wrist

And I spent hours on

I’d have held myself much closer then

I’d have held myself much closer then

It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to

Hearing personal last names

Never felt like I got off that train

In the back of your apartment I would lay down

Feel the burden of that carpet

Brush my cheek and I spent hours on

I’d have held myself much closer then

I’d have held myself much closer then

It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to

Hearing personal last names

Calm the stutter I could lie like you have to

Just enough to make you wait

Pooling like the blood around my knuckles

Or the lake around your parents house

Or the cut along your eyelid

Heavy in the way I trace my losses

In the glass where I had only stood

I could lapse around your offers

Feigning like you don’t know what to call it

In the pace along your brother’s eye

Or the tremble in your hands now