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von Martha Skye Murphy

Blow a hole through a mountain
And drill it through my head
Sat in a surgeon′s chair
Doing my best to play dead
Like it when you play with my hair
Pulling me close then staying there
My hands are bound in string
Each finger slowly ripping

I need you to need me to need you
She said that she hopes that I land soon


Cried in my hand all the way home
Held you in my arms
Did nothing all day
Upstream in the road
How can I know?
Spilled wine down my throat

I need you to need me to need you
She said that she hopes that I land soon

I walk past that spot where I sat once
You hate land
I think you're a baby
The concrete moon of a bracket appears
I′m scared
I break things so be it
I break things so be it

I need you to need me to need you