How It Gets In - Frightened Rabbit, Julien Baker

I’m in the arch of the church

Between her thumb and her forefinger

I’m a worshipper

A zealot king, cursed, a devotee

Of the heady golden dance she does

She’s an uncut drug

Find the vein and the pulse

Chased it and for a minute I was floating dead above myself

Get out of my heart, she won’t, she won’t

Get out of my heart, she won’t, she won’t

I saw a glimmer in the dark and now I know

She won’t get out of my heart, she won’t

I’m in your purse

Pull me out and throw me down

Stick me to your lip and draw a scarlet 'O'

There’s a name on my chest in red

The embossing of a branded bull

And I don’t want you to

Get out of my heart, she won’t, she won’t

Get out of my heart, she won’t, she won’t

I saw a glimmer in the dark and now I know

She won’t get out of my heart, she won’t

Get out of my heart, she won’t, she won’t

Get out of my heart, she won’t, she won’t

And there’s a heavenly scar that let’s me know

She won’t get out of my heart, she won’t