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lyrics
I saw us sleeping in a nest of string
our limbs joined by lines tangled, crossing over chests as they breathe
and your hair grows long with thread
find this knotted mess
find safety where our bodies are rooted and nameless
and slowly some left
stood and as they did pulled our bodies from their rest
cut the points where our arms were woven
and from this we began to gather ends
found our bodies no longer tethered to this land
and soon we will stand
as light enters this cave and our bodies are light again
as my chest is weightless and I can breathe again
as your hair has grown past the spool you were given
we will take this nest and bring it somewhere open
keep our fingers knotted and learn to let go of the rest
but these hips wrap fevers with he dark
I'm never done with the world I've regressed from
and someday I'll wake up to infant birds behind my ears, nestled
and my hair won't cover them
I'll have left clothes at the foot of the bed
rolling to soften the skin that holds this nest
their cries are unlike songs
it will never be raised normal
I will never be thought of as its mother one else I know has this tree body
I am a host, providing the clothes I've become
timid claws
feel my hands beneath you to live
objectify this world with me
it's a phallic word for love
where this bird's beak ends and my breast begins
alone, these bodies don't have one
I'm never done with the world I've regressed from
someday I'll wake up to birds nestled inside my chest
over the pillow, my hair won't hide them
here, I'll have left my clothes at the foot of my bed
claws in soft skin to make me feel less
I'll grow up only knowing this feeling was rooted in beauty
I've left this room to become branded
I hope you're proud of the cage you keep around me, still
forgive me
I'm not the host you thought I'd become
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