I’ve got 10 strikes to my heart and i feel bad

That i left you emily stranded with all of that

But the checks and the balances do their part

And god made me sad

Guilt is the price i pay for that

And it’s a phantom pain stirring in my head

But i’m forked over & churned so thin

It's your turn to swallow me

And i’ve sworn over & burn so bright

It's your turn to follow me

Well i went out this morning hoping to anchor it

Lazarus-like, born again right, finding creases to peel my skin

When a mess of calluses do their part and i can’t shake them

Its a fever dream and it all seems that i’ll be buried with it

& a phantom pain stirring in my head

But i’m forked over & churnеd so thin

Its your turn to swallow me

And i’ve sworn over & burn so bright

Its your turn to follow mе