Rosevel

Please don't drag me back to Rosevel/underneath your creaking bed
No air, no hatches under there/no pleasantries hatched overhead
I left/what was left of you, What was left of you/couldn't he kept,
And I warned you I would have to cut off dead wood,
Please don't make me say those words again/to satisfy a whim
I left too much kept under ice/don't drag that hack up again ()
Please don't send me back to Rosevel/in between your knuckle bed
I turned my back on life itself/I couldn't tell it wasn't dead ()