Cradle

Spitting moths in the mouth of another
Unfamiliar eyes make it hard to recover
It makes me sick
It makes me sick

I have been bred to dissolve the discomfort
Submit to desperation, face in the dirt
It makes me sick
It makes me sick

Feelings of lost autonomy
Brings me back to a cul de sac house
And in the grooves of his bending spine
I thought only of the shape of your mouth

Trade gut feelings of uneasy for a lick of his sweetness
I couldn't look him in the eyes and he couldn't finish

Take me to the market and buy my dinner
I'll step out of the car feeling crooked and thinner
It makes me sick
It makes me sick

Feelings of lost autonomy
Brings me back to a cul de sac house
And in the grooves of his bending spine
I thought only of the shape of your mouth

It makes me sick
It makes me sick
It makes me sick
It makes me sick



Credits
Writer(s): Brenna Sastram
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