so much space can fit in a sigh / more than words can say / i'm left here with my hands all awkward / trying to mend space / i used to know you / but not anymore / your substance has been subtracted / word by word
silence in my ears / where once you offered your conviction / your promises are dry beads / that crack with nostalgia
but, that's all right / that's okay / had no business giving myself to you anyway / be careful next time for sure / and i'll never trust my pink fleshy heart / i'll never trust my pink fleshy heart to a carnivore
your soul is an ink stain / your perfection is a mend / you're as fragile as your thoughtlessness / as strong as you can bend / you could only believe in embryos / held all your high hopes through a telescope / and lavender haunted you / so i could only laugh in yellow
you have a fire down in genius, subtlety / and you slip through the fingers of ambiguity
well, that's all right / that's okay / had no business giving myself to you anyway / be careful next time for sure / and i'll never trust my pink fleshy heart / i'll never trust my pink fleshy heart to a carnivore
i did it before / but i don't think i'll do it again / next time i won't hunger for this thing / i take back my songs and my poetry / this time i won't be too easy to read / and i'll never trust my pink fleshy heart / i'll never trust my pink fleshy heart / i'll never trust my pink fleshy heart to a carnivore