You are Sanskrit on my skin
Peel me open til I am nothing but a whisper
Name yourself sinner, I only play for pennies
And I don't play for sinners, I play for sadness
I play for dead things
Pull the bones from their sockets
Please be softer while you do it for I am fragile and vacant
Sarasvati saw me to sleep
I rested my head against the knees
And the music I like rose up and down
Like bobbing bodies in the river bend
And they say
Mary, why are your songs so sad
Look at the luck and fortune you've had
Why do you cry at night
Pull the bones from their sockets
Please be softer while you do it for I am fragile and vacant
You can take my body and tongue and organs
Whisper to my skin like death has already rose and stuff
I want every piece of me to crash into every piece of you
I swear to god that's how they make stars
I know
Pull the bones from sockets
Please be softer while you do it for I am fragile and vacant