Switches avoiding fingers, airing a world premiere
Wnowing the guilt that we bring in the room, sleeping doesn't come easy
Lying awake, waiting on you. if it is perfect, try it
It will never be enough, for just a touch
Faction guilty hands with cursive words ready for flight
Crash and burn, crash and burn, crashing and burning
We dilate the red and worship with a crown, I cannot be the same
Truly I knew you would rain insomnia now, take without sound
But it's raining tonight, pouring circles down my window
It's raining grace
I don't want my body to smell like a process
I can get used to grace