Ventricles from Quantum Folk by Verses The Inevitable

Could you drive me home in all this bitterness?
Of all these run-on sentences
Can’t remember simple definitions
Of what I was the night before
Corrosive terminal dusted lime green
Find me on somebody’s porch swing
Well he runs good he just won’t start
Forgetting my lines not knowing my part

If you would finally see me
Not for who I was but who I could be
Not this mess of veins and ventricles
Holding fast to you like tentacles

Can’t slow down my brakes have been cut
Fluids all drained out I can’t get unstuck
Nothing to live for and no one to lose
Holes in my walls my hands been bruised
When you finally let go I had gone too far
Wrote a perfect song left it on the bar
Spent three days in that dumpster trying to track it down
What it said struck me profound

If you would finally see me
Not for who I was but who I could be
Not this mess of veins and ventricles
Holding fast to you like tentacles

If you would finally see me
Not for who I was but who I could be
Not this mess of veins and ventricles
Holding fast to you like tentacles
Holding fast to you like tentacles
Holding fast to you like tentacles

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