Branches from Flock by Strike The Colours

You place your hand upon my back
and trace a line like it's a map
and my eyes are full of moon you said
but I can't read your's so I go back to bed
with a good book and a pill and a sense of loss
and a tickle in my throat when the morning comes
and I spin on my axis through another day
and the light catches each fragment of my in a new way

There's a darkness waiting on a flat calm sea
at night I feel it breathe slowly on me
and it's wings they beat the air in my lungs
oh Father I wish I could speak of these things
like we used to remember when I was young?
but now it's like there's a knot in my tongue
and forgive me if my words are jagged and cracked
but it's because they're tired of being taken back

I watch as a tear falls I watch it as it travels
and make a pool in the hollow of your wrist
and I will be
I will be waiting
there's no point in fighting
this is what I'm here for after all of this

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