and if our love was fading water
fading slaughter of spent nerves
and all the hope was scraped from the inside of my chest
would you try still
is there no end to what we have if all we do is scour
i am not stone
i am mud
made of earth and water blended
so help me if i flock to fire because my knees are weak
stop sounds of misbegotten faith
and waylaid dreams of purity
you saved me from resurrection
cos whats the point of being alive if no one knows you're real
if our love was once and for all
a solid shape unblemished path
if all the corners of our life were rounded
i'd still jump in feet first with you
i'd hold my breath and linger
until we both run out of air
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