Thy Pattern - Doseone

We tore our petals from their tenderness…

And when I slept you’d kneed

glue into my wings

Tie rocks across my eyes

and stab forth for,

from where I sing

And I would not pretend to morn your death,

I would honestly probably solemnly just tell Jeff.

And I could explain all sorts of numb,

but this ain’t no, wound-licking tongue.

I keep trying to finish writing this line about women hiding in their twenty’s,

but…

I am no settler, and ain’t met yet a girl who knows what the fuck…

Let me rephrase…

I am no settler, and ain’t met yet a girl in her twenties who knows what she

wants…

I A M N U M B, from T R U S T to the tongue…

I get it, have got it,

You wanted a bodice

In order for to worship you dark goddess…

Yeah, you know how to pick em,

Like a cheetah on a sick one…

And tour your pedals from their tenderness

It’s my pattern…