Warm Guts

Come as you are or I'll see the face
Of your heart, warm guts, black lungs
If you would keep just enough to reach me
You'd know just the right touch

But you hold me like you know my body
Tell, what do you know?
That's a trick question, dear, my skin is a vessel
Nest for what it is not shown

'Cause I won't get back what they took from me
Heavy hands that handle like a dog
My truest face still hides from view
Do you hear it call?

Come as you are
Come as you are
My truest face still waits for you
My truest face still waits for you
Will you heed its call?

What is there to measure?
I'm a featherweight and tall
There's no simple lesson
In the pleasures of the thrall

My truest face still waits for you
My truest face still waits for you