Cup

Let me drink you up
All your bitter parts
Let me fill your cup
The entire fucked up heart
Let me tell you why
Every single fire
Burning in your chest
Is burning just right

Now all our brittle little words
Fold themselves into simple song
I have nothing to prove to myself anymore
And I have nothing to prove to anyone
I am wrong, I am wrong, I am wrong
Half of the time
Can I take off my shoes and come

Inside this half-burned house
Up in the blackened rafters
A couple of crows cackling
No love, no gods, no masters
I am a slingshot, dear
My heart's a steel core pebble
Let me shoot them down
Let me unsettle

You and all our brittle little words
Fold themselves into simple song
I have nothing to prove to myself anymore
And I have nothing

So let me drink you up
And all your bitter parts
Let me fill your cup
The entire fucked up heart
Let me tell you why
Every single fire
Burning in your chest
Is burning just right