Little Sister

Little sister, I don't know if you should look at me that way
There's a blister about to burst
Only waiting for a quick, deliberate and violent touch

But oh, to resist her or to kiss her, either one feels like
They both feel like a sin

Little sister, I confess you've been present on my mind
With your mystery undressed and my heart scrubbed bare
Burned clean by turpentine

But still she insists there are no fairy tales, we end before we start
I start to break as she fades and disappears
And oh, when I'm with her I feel so much joy and brokenness
It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard
It's hard to know how to hold your sister

Little sister, God, I know I shouldn't look at you this way
We have a history, it's comforting, familiar
When we set the house on fire and walk away

But still, to resist her or to kiss her, either one tears me apart
A part breaks free as she fades and disappears
And oh, I am just a dumb beast, stuck here, stranded, staring at its heart
Its heart, its heart, its heart
Its hard to know how to hold
Your sister