You kick me, you poke me, you flip and you ambush
Brutal little organ twister, no input of language
I sing to you, I whisper, I ask? and I laugh
As I rest my weakened head in bed, you come at me full charge
I double over in agony, rub my stretching flesh to soothe
But all that does is double it and aggravate you
Some days I don’t recognise myself, within a skin within
Totally consume by such a little thing
I count the days until I feel the worst pain I’ve ever promised
I can’t wait to hold you, as our blood pools upon us
Your fragile little bones will call to mine for safety
As I pass you to your daddy’s big arms with palms that are shaky
I’ll swear to God those acts of barbarity will never be reciprocated
I’ll allow all insecurities and pity-mes become emaciated
Because I have reason, finally, little eyes to invest spark
And just like now, when you wow with kapow, I’ll answer your shrieking calls in the dark
So keep on that wriggle, that tackle and that slide
Keep ballooning me further, with fluid to hide
Pretzel my ribcage and distort the losing button
Take it out on me, baby, I’m a soft-boned glutton
I still feel your bruising reach, even when you impeach the truncheon
Almost like you’re half part of me, or something
When you finally meet my own physique, I’ll be battered beyond familiarity
Stitched together, and held forever, at the break of our family.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 