The martyr told me to open up
My mouth and drink out of his cup
But he was caught inside hand cuffs
And I already had enough of
All those ancient things
The haunted, frightened thieves and kings
In the middle of everything is you.
The bugle player's words were twisted
The mother's daughters all were gifted and
You thought the world was wicked wicked
When he made his first incision
Your face was salmon pink
But from this cup we all must drink
All I ever think about is you.
Inside the cracked hands of an archer
There's an arrow
Long and narrow.
Would you believe I slept last night
Inside my blankets wrapped up tight
With crickets singing songs outside
And all my memories flying by, but
Is it not enough
That I was made out of stardust
I swear one day I'll wake up next to you.
released April 26, 2017
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