And I'll slowly soak you up
Swim and try and shake you fin
Drown in your own damn good luck
For you are everything that dies
And lives and falls and shows and cries
You are the numbness in my voice
The counterpart of a rutheless choice
Open up your clothes and let me in
And let the bitterweet goosebumps in the summer
The backbone tingle
The paradoxical mistake
And fake, and make, and take
the
world
in.
