Slink from Everything Melts by Bow & Spear

Slink back baby, and we’ll sink down, and down, and down Your name’s gone feral in my mouth
Too wild to ever spit it out

Save me someone now it’s coming through in droves Baltic salt and knucklebones
A box to burn your garlic cloves Could you know me at all? (Down)
I’m still subject to a wilderness within The lichen’s lap on which you sing What only spoke itself in skin

The only way I’ll come home is as a bird hung on cat’s teeth Like songs I wrote and lost to sleep
A cairn of cracked piano keys Could you know me at all?
The ghosts of all the coins I dropped Still not enough to buy you off
And now the poems are full of crows A shoal of sighs for those you owed

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