What about: bread? skin? stomach acid?
What about: cut my throat! cut my throat!
My dearest friend is dead! fifty-six bullets in his head!

We stood still until it stopped
We were thick - some trick it taught!

Stuck in this game of bad cop bad cop
This surgery isn't helping me: please stop!

We cannot concede a thought
We cannot believe we've got

A border between - no papers, no proof
And i cannot crawl on my knees to you

I will wait!
I will crave!
I will wait!
I will cave!

Somehow i get further from something tangible
Fill my rooms with objects, my love with words
Like "please," "do you," and "harder"—