Gatherers
​spine
Run up and down my spine
I want your love, as crooked as it gets
You pull the rope down tight
And sink your teeth into my lips

I bleed out
Slow down
Punch out
Our seven minutes

We've spent our change
Our fare on knives and linen

Cut around each other
Cut around the cuff
Say it like you mean it
Say that you'll
Come on and be my spine
I want your love, as fucked up as it seems
I'm yours to crucify
To wear your scars like drapes you never draw down

I'll stay shut out of Heaven
We won't fit in
Our lungs threadbare
The lie we're living