You bifurcate

You’re too far

You’re too far

You’re too far

Constellations fall apart in your arms

There’s no chart

Crawl home, let it settle down

Anyone else, they’d collapse now

Rot out

You’re home feeling awful again

It’ll rot out. Go on, let your body decay

Carve out ‘til it’s gone

Arms so brittle

Scars float off