Weak Knees from WORRIED SICK by Meres

And I bet my bad behaviour against worlds
Until I thought I’d earned it
And the smell of this deep dark room
Covers my skin like a cheap perfume
And you could say it’s glorified
But I’ve nothing left to hide behind
And through it all I will stay

A willing captive
A willing captive
Captive

Bury my love like I’ll choke on it
Ground it out wash it down with spit
And the grainy aftertaste is bold
I wonder what I’ve got left
I wonder if I’ll get used to it
And it takes a lot to write it down
Even more to sound it out
And though my bones are dense as stone

You have made my knees weak
You have made my knees weak
My knees weak

Hold out against my will
It’s more astounding
Than what is real

Choked up into a taste
If only natural
To communicate

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