Dirt
There is a notion in your skull
At least there's motion when I crawl
Your elbow is sharp
Against my ribs and mine is dull
I have learned to start and stall
There is nothing for me here
There is a woman in her sleep
Who fills me bottles, feeds me tea
Peel an apple with your nails
And there is dirt and there is juice
And I am mixing up the two
I am dragged, clenched by you
At least there's motion when I crawl
Your elbow is sharp
Against my ribs and mine is dull
I have learned to start and stall
There is nothing for me here
There is a woman in her sleep
Who fills me bottles, feeds me tea
Peel an apple with your nails
And there is dirt and there is juice
And I am mixing up the two
I am dragged, clenched by you
Credits
Writer(s): Dimitri Giannopoulos, James Aloysius Charles Doran, John Theodore Margaris
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