I know which part of your brain wants to kill me
cut it out, put it in a jar, and leave it on my doorstep
I wanna know why
Sweetheart, all you are is a story you tell yourself
tall tales around a pit of your burning bones
you don't know who you are
kindly give me that jar and let me keep it under my bed
dissect your brain until all you know is me
let me eat the pieces so all I know is you
your head is empty now
who are you?
(t.s)
