I can't be forced to forget anything
I'm not expecting to perceive permanence
This tension born in me has found a voice and learned to scream, but it does not speak
Rotten on the vine, left to languish in time
I push my patience out of mind
Let me linger long enough to stain your skin
Let me cling
And my love is red, end over end over end
I awake to see the colour running from me, in hopes I won't go after it
Cut off my head in the clouds, and anchor my feet on the ground
Forced up and unearthed to sorrow
All of these harbors are hollow
We are wearing thin
Wait in the rain, resign yourself to rust
Feel a fracture where our better future was
Cut off my head in the clouds, and anchor my feet on the ground
Force me up
Unearth me to sorrow