Maullidos

In the hole, she could hear them dead ringers and spirits
Bells, strands of hair pins and the love
And in the crevices she scales
She writes, writes the name of debt

I can't love you like you want
All these anchors aren’t lifelines
If it's not outside the realm of disbelief
Stranded at the precipice
Can you hear them grinding down?
And with this powder we will paint this wall

So calmly she repeats to herself
Six, four, two, threes
I can't help myself, I'm running out of time
The fuel you douse me in
All the others look away
Striking at the matchbox he holds in his hand
If there's one last hint of how I control
Condolences chained to me

I can't love you like you want
Your confessions are the roots
Of the vines obscuring all the ones you've
Crushed out of existence
They knew they wouldn't listen
Others come and bend a knee at the bottom
Of the borrowed weeping wall

Can you hear her?
Not plagiarizing symptoms
To let the angels that you needed
Never gave up on you
Exposing all the wires cut
She sinks it in the currents trap
Tear drops in the voltage, turn to me
Turn to me and sing