Thorns

I don't want to talk
I want to float on the sidewalk
And haunt the lawn
Where you rest and lay in its arms
So I guess it's for the best
To make friends with the insects
That are eating me alive
I want to close my eyes

And let it go
Broken wiring
I'm trying to ignore it
But it's growing
Under the skin
Entangled fate
Euphoric

It might be jealousy
But I think you were born lucky
Consecrate your four leaves
Safe
Protected by the thorns you raise

And they have me torn
Forever scratching my skin
Until the veins start to show
I don't know
Why it escapes me that it's optional
It's all my fault
And yet I'm begging for applause
"How could I resist
When you're such a magnificent
Piece of shit?
A ghost that haunts us all"