Tiny or Tall?

Do you hear when I walk on the floor?
When I listen for kissin I'm lickin my sores

Did you see how I hung on the wall?
Was my skin framing portraits held tiny or tall?

Day comes late and I shake your sleeping bones dry

Do you see how I run for the door?
And at once think my touching is not ours anymore
So I barked at what shook from the ceiling
But caved in my lungs when I tried to sing

Day comes late and I shake your sleeping bones dry
If my art could not be fixing hearts
Was it tearing your sleeping skin apart?

Patiently
Walk with me
Wait for me wait for me
Patiently
Walk with me
Come with me come with me

Will I be your thorn and crown if you put your finger down?
Your spine crawls up like calvary
And crosses mine with no spite
Will I be deeper than you when our waves hit the shore?
Couldn't you capture my fins in your net
And drag me down with my crown?
At the bottom of the sea, crawling around gracelessly
Will I wait patiently, patiently?

Did you see when I opened the blinds?