Sister

heard you left town. heard you never left. lady lazarus in a different skin. maybe if you stayed or i was half awake listening to the things you said, piecing all the things you never did.
do you feel safe with the world unraveling? are you safer when the words aren't questioned? please sister don't.
her: "heard i let you down. i can't say i'm surprised, i won't give you my love." him: "heard you're someone else when you're on your knees. please sister don't."
summer's in your lungs. god's under your skin. cities never cared, so why should i?