Turn the faucet on until it gets warm
My ends all run cold, i'll pretend now
Wash over me, delicately
Let the heat seep in
Wrinkle me, little rivers
Pale, under clear lacquer
Harden me, warm lather
Presume me back an
Eternal winter
Harshly navigate me away
From the familiar
Dull white noise hum
In cracked skin, like worn out pavement
A new home in each cavern
Wash me away
Little rivers
Make me warm
Wash me away
Little rivers
Make me warm
Make me warm