David to Sarah

I know you don't want to talk,

but...I just hope you listen

I've seen more suitcases on your bed than times I've seen your bed made

Bad days and sad ways to reconnect

I can live without you by my side,

but I can’t live next to you showing neglect

I need a parental advisory sticker on my regrets

I need internal revival with dinner to find my vest

I need a maternal but fatherly figure to put a heart in my chest

I need bare rental of bodily fixtures to somehow feel the rest

I need poison in my lungs and in my heart

I need a staple gun with one bullet left

to pin my insecurities to the front of my chest

I need forgiveness

I need a miracle

I need the miracle we call "forgiveness"

I need a witness

I can't move back in my dad's house,

he has space for a vacant body

The lab's out and the results are down

The first failure of a forsaken robbery

stealing the currency we used to bring peace

Please, pray for the living

I'll handle the deceased

When a swan song is a wrong call,

block numbers and shock collars in a studio apartment by the locked cellars

Where every word is poison but the poison tastes like honey

and money is the exception to the words we cannot speak

It's a breach of betrayal, a renewal of pain

Stain after stain,

cut the nerve to the membrane and escape through the release

I need less of what I have and more of what I lack

I need to forgive myself so I can have my friends back

I need to move up,

I need to move down

The sound of my voice bouncing off the walls is always a letdown

So I set down the nightgown and hear the rain pound

The same sound on paved ground or bloodhounds making a runaround

Making the sun go around, making gravity hold me down

Demanding gravity's attention every time I feel down

So cut the nerve to the membrane

Chemically speaking, I pray to God when we can breathe in space

So the brave souls in grave cold can meet someday

And we can all escape

I need God to look less like me and more like God

I need to look less than me and more like God

And stop making photocopies of the same sheet music

and use it to reach a pulpit

To each a steeple of gold,

melt it down to a calf as I feel the pain in my calves

Spitting on the face of a man hanging on a tree

then begging on my knees to also bleed

So the grays that took place in my pain won't feel so foreign

even though it feels complete

I need to stop breathing quickly so I can breathe in deep

I need to wake up my heart but let my mind sleep

I need poison in my lungs and my heart

I need a staple gun with one bullet left

to pin my insecurities to the front of my chest

I need forgiveness:(

I need a miracle:(

I need a miracle we call "forgiveness":(

I need a witness:(

I need sleep:(