It can be ashes on the peak of a storm*

It can be a syntax on the tip of the tongue

We have been animals cleaning our bones

I can see it’s so close to shattering and it’s only begun

It’d be best to be with someone else

Cause you have landed us under

It’s best to be with someone else

Because i have decided it’s over

And soon claws overhead

Will remove the lead from my chest

And soon worms in the grass

Will consume the doubts that i have

It can be tangled in the whip of a storm

It can arrest, it can recoil the tongue

I will be nautical, cursing the shore

Where the trees and nooses undulate in a summoning tone

It’d be best to be with someone else

Cause you have landed us under

It’s best to be with someone else

Because i have decided it’s over

And soon claws overhead

Will remove the lead from my chest

And soon worms in the grass

Will assume the dance in my head