This body is riddled with ailments.
The devil's got me in his grip.
Genuflect and skin me of this payment.

"We share the same affliction, everybody's gotta breathe."
That's what I say.


I thought your touch would be the vessel to my salvation,
But it drifted far beyond the shore.
So I put up my sails, and I searched all my days, and I found out one thing:

There's no love anymore.

No more pouring out, I swear to God, I'll overflow.

Until it spills over, your floor's ungratified.

It comes in oceanic surges.

I heard they purged you of denial, but I'm lost in a sea of delusion.
So instead, I purge my abdomen of antiquated doubt.


Your candle's burning to no end, but you're relentless all the same.
Please dear, just validate this fixation.


No more pouring out, I swear to God, I'll overflow.
Until it spills over, your floor's ungratified.