Strings - Twelve Tribes

Stitch me from the inside out tell me you love me i am what you

Want and i am what you need sew your face onto mine in red split

Tongues let pins seal my lips wheeling in vines stitching over again

And spools becoming untied winding needles dysphoria sets in drag

Knots at the corners of my eyes as i wander into low fields testing

My wings i am a boy under grey skies and still i pretend but i am

Caught in a closed room with flickering lights and i can’t see

Anything i can feel only insects of a gift called grace and venus

Palms release their clinch letting go of foolishness spinning in

Circles staring at the sun laughing and floating and dancing in love

My arms outstretched catching stars in the day a blue stem with

Green eyes i say hello to her smile painting flowers pink clovers

And giving water to them the drops burst into fairies caterpillars in

Disguise leaving worms with no passion barely able to fly i lay

Coiled in strings spun into my everything twisting until finally it

Became all that i’ve ever wanted and she rings a blue bell for the

Day from the will o' the wisp i touch her belly to say things will be

Okay baby girl i can fly i can fly i can’t remember if i choked i’m

Sure that i have flown better winds i am a man designed to break to

Fail yet to impress and venus palms released to their finger blades

Ripping me to fuck frayed ropes bent strings