hand from summer onwards by the pope is dead

oh my only consistent love
oh my relentless insistent touch
you've made me numb

oh your boredom cure, your slave
i lie mere inches away
in the home you made

carpal tunnel from writing out fantasies
but you'll never be enough of a man for me
so ill just spend even more time with familly
even though they still don't know how to handle me

back in my room left alone with my thoughts
all the silent words become overwrought
then you come bursting in like you're strapped to a bomb
and i embrace you
what left have i got?

oh my killer you're still my crutch
for what i want you'll never be enough
there goes the rush

your dear friend, your greatest heel
you know exactly how i feel
but only know of one way to deal.

• Alternative
• ambient
• bedroom
• idfk
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Thomasville