I wonder sometimes should my pumping blood

Not beat the way the drums roll and my eyes be

Keys on a piano, so when we talk we could

Dance to the screaming vibrato

I wonder sometimes should my pumping blood

Not beat the way the drums roll and my eyes be

Keys on a piano, so when we talk we could

Dance to the screaming vibrato

And I try to know why I wasn't built with

Tongue like violin strings and 32 teeth to

Make my every singing moment be covered in

Something more human than this-kid

And then your fingers through my hair come

Heavier than snare drums

Soldiers in their barracks and

Shivering in the shadow of

A daunting truth more honest than Iago

The realization that your head's not as hollow

There's something to your mumbled manifesto

And I'm not the one who thought you had a boyfriend

No