There are places I would follow you
From the breath of your invite
In a way I have known it true
For the whole time
There is a divot in my collarbone
From the cut of your jawline
There is this feeling of coming home
When you're entwined
Oh lover, who am I to interfere
With your voices of reason
I am a lion snapping at the snares
And bleeding
But when the floodwater rises up in my breast
I'm treading in the ailment and the remedy
I feel no solace but your head on my chest
The cool of your hands
When they find their way back to me
There are places I would follow you
From the breath of your invite
In a way I have known it true
For the whole time
There is a divot in my collarbone
From the cut of your jawline
There is this feeling of coming home
When you're entwined