Let me breathe
A lock-box are I and he
A 12-year clock got us, we bonded deep
We... criss-crossed ourselves a doctrine 'til it was our policy
We built a church of truth with rough tongues and hid the gun from company
We just built ourselves a temple from the ruins we grew up in and now the rug's pulled free

But I am my man's left hand, and right eye, and both ears, and he is my... he is my...
But he is a box today, in a box today, and I am still unpacking some of why
Until then, I'm here