A tube in my chest
right from the start
an ace up your sleeve like
an arrow through the heart
Blood from soft needles can
almost seem silly
as I embrace this broken morning
on your warm belly
To think that I would one day
wash below you
it almost sacred
right from the start
an ace up your sleeve like
an arrow through the heart
Blood from soft needles can
almost seem silly
as I embrace this broken morning
on your warm belly
To think that I would one day
wash below you
it almost sacred