Bathtub Bed from Lost. by The History of a Family

i only realized that i was hiding after i had found you.
you'd been crying in the bathtub--
out of sight, out of sound, underground.
your tears became the faucet dripping.
your shoulders shook from some new fear.
the only thing i could hear whispered was:
"there are no lightning bolts in your lovely head"
so i gave you the jacket that was in my hands
and i laid you back down in your bathtub bed
while you looked out as though you would quit breathing again.

had he come to find you after turning away from your tears?
had he come to hurt you after turning away from your tears?
had he come to fuck you after turning away from your tears?
no I'd come to say sorry after turning away from your tears.

• Folk
• Salem OR
• ambient
• experimental
• fuzz
• lo-fi
• Oregon