Bloody Knuckles

Everything is intricate
But being is so empty
I've become dismantled
Green with age and envy
Where did all these cries
Come for from the first
Giving stimulation
Projecting dying thirst

This knowledge is but vague
This answer is then clear
This safety is not working
You must then reappear
There is no punctuation
There is no chapter two
No appeal of sentence
Yet so much new to do

If you loved me so much
Would I make it worth your while?
I'm smothered by your touch
I am bruised to have your style
In the rarest form, you're pure
Most common in the leer
My knuckles are still bloody
From wanting to be here
My knuckles are still bloody
From wanting to be here

The aroma is still heady
From wanting to be near
My knuckles are still bloody
From wanting to be here
Wanting to be here
Wanting to be here
Wanting to be here

Aunt Walter has left home
Bobby doesn't remember
Where he left his tractor
Aunt Walter wants attention
I'm losing my patience
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Crayons are melting
Teardrops are ice, spinning, spinning
Breath like an alley exhaust fan (J.P.)

Wanting to be here
Wanting to be here
Wanting to be here

In the rarest form, you're pure
Most common in the leer
In the rarest form, you're pure
Most common in the leer
In the rarest form, you're pure
Most common in the leer