Swingset
We could be the sweat on the swingset,
I want to be the warm, wet blood on the stone step
Co-dependent redemption, sacrificial protection
But I want to be the only head wound in your bedroom
You are a megazord of your own limbs
I love everything that fills your skin
Some of the stuff that you put up with
Would kick my fucking head in
Living the high life, having a good time
Simple stimulus responses to hyperstimuli
Skin, sweat, saliva, the steady decline
I am ruled by the remainder of the reptile's brain in my spine
We have healed holes in our skin where this cold water all got in
We all have things we cannot bring ourselves to love yet or forgive
Shook like dead-cell beleaguered leaves under seasons well eager to shift
And we rendered unto Caesar what was never ours to give
Living the high life, having a good time
Simple stimulus responses to hyperstimuli
Skin, sweat, saliva, the steady decline
I am ruled by the remainder of the reptile's brain in my spine
It rears it's head, I did my best
I bate my breath and sate my thirst
I am scared I will diminish each time that I return
But your breath is warm, I just watch you breathing
And it helps to thaw all of those frozen thoughts and feeling
Stops me picking up the phone just to scream down the receiver
Scratching the itch until it bleeds, that's a symptom, not a weakness
We have all had to be brave in different ways, for different reasons
Like the depths of breaths you take, somehow these things all just became routine
high life, having a good time
Simple stimulus responses to hyper stimuli
Skin, sweat, saliva, the steady decline
I am ruled by the remainder of the reptile's brain in my spine
Writer/s: Myles McCabe