Fishbones And Fake Nails

Jun 21

Ask me how I’m doing and I’ll say I don’t know

Because I yearn to spend another night with you

Wishing for blame to place when there’s no fault

I feel so cold knowing we can’t think it through

Now I’ve gone straight through all of my bandwidth

I scream and cuss cleverly like it’s do or die

Ebbs and flows in the tides of my brain chemistry

Diving into lulls headfirst since love is suicide

I knit our fates’ threads until they spelt our names

That this feeling won’t pass because we are tongue-tied

That eye to eye we don’t know where this ends

Speaking in your direction with our red strings tied

I’ve been lost for years and I didn’t expect you to find me

So I felt the need to bless the beat daily to wake up filthy

We stood in the pouring rain and you lit us a goddamn ciggy

We cleaned the dishes, ran for groceries, and folded the laundry

I lit candles, played our tunes, and massaged your body

I caused fights, got loud, and made us act fucking crazy

I tried to echolocate on what I thought was our frequency

And I did in fact find happiness within our complacency

Which resulted in a crash out on the rocks near the jetty

My apologies shawty I’m drunk off Clicquot and whiskey

Your melodic leitmotifs are integral in my musical theme

You preach things I’ve never heard amidst the snarling

I sprawl across the prayer rock amidst the blasts of 808s

I don’t do this for me, I do this only for you my darling

I promise it’s okay and I’ll be back before you know

That I won’t build walls, lock doors, and leave out details

While we organize and clean out our remaining middens

Of archaeological proof of fishbones and fake nails

We have travelled the world and the stars to come here

As shieldmaiden and spellcaster made oathborn

Please let my words be your bliss and whetstone

So our doubts don’t turn us distant and forlorn

Nomadic And Cryptic