Cover me in kisses,
Bury me in lye.
There's strange fruit hanging
From the forest in my hand
Cartographer of myelin,
I tread around my thoughts
And chase event-horizons.
I'm as good as lost.
When I get back home
From the void outside your room.
Kiss me on the forehead
Bring me back now.
I'm so afraid
That there's no one here with me.
Bury me in lye.
There's strange fruit hanging
From the forest in my hand
Cartographer of myelin,
I tread around my thoughts
And chase event-horizons.
I'm as good as lost.
When I get back home
From the void outside your room.
Kiss me on the forehead
Bring me back now.
I'm so afraid
That there's no one here with me.