Words by Zach Bridier
From the release Having A VHS For A Leg

I’m at the age of my defeat
You are the princess and the seed
Distinguish my comforts and my needs
They are the ones that I must feed
Give me the wisdom of all to see
She is the life that I must bleed
Creaking through doors turn into deeds
Teaching me new ways of how to breathe

As bread crumb trees shout at the open sky
I refuse to make a toast until I die
Make haste, and don’t even have to know why
She is the reason I choose to never get high
Sickening displacement of a comforting sigh
A rose bud blooms into the sky
Kiss on the cheek bursts open wings to flight
The ice melts inside her mind

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