Angels & Anaemia

Self-doubt, it's what I do. This music, this sound, this voice and these
words. All that carry "me", it's not writing nor music, fuck, it's certainly not
"art." When the boundaries seem unclear we don't have a language

That day you fainted, your eyes looked right through me, from nowhere in
particular, dislocated, light, monotonous

And when I touched you I turned you into a girl, only for a moment, soon
you'll come back to me, but when I touched you I could turn you into a girl,
and I could love you wildly, girly, wildly, girly, boundlessly, wildly