Bow - Julie Christmas

«No faith», you say

When your skin has turned to shade

Shirt pocket holes from faded days

All you failures might have looked the other way

Some things always inspire slack — lust of a singular desire

And it’s not because you didn’t ask nicely

It’s because you never ask at all

In sordid rains of filthy gray

Crystalline runs down in your weathered veins

But winter always comes

Do you… think these tragedies in shirt sleeves through

Your hands get hard, and eyes red and wide

The sign says: «lay down just this final time»

Simple you never have been

Blue knuckles blow you back to square one

Just run that slick, black, steel again

And shrug through hopeless skin

«No faith», you say

Should have stripped you from your shame

Bitter lines frame your face

Crystalline runs down in your weathered veins

It’s truly brave

It’s truly brave throughout

It’s truly brave

It’s truly brave throughout

It’s truly brave

It’s truly brave throughout