wring me out

a flower stems from sleep do you want it this way do you want me here
once you've finally met the one forever most despised face to face
is there an echo to make out slow and long difficult to face hard to fake

lips crawl close to fall getting into you to taste your shape
once a portrait defaced my mask's so happy here in your presence
oblong and distorted still standing crazy and overexplanatory

nowadays kindness is key my knived-in feet are welcome in any door
more than one place no more trouble no more x'ing drunken plurals o
no more painmaking months a belltoll moth mopping up medicine vomit

yup no doubt
put the coins in i'll make kissy face beautiful
wring me out