I whispered to you across a faulty light
rotton apples on my bed after dreaming that youre mine
snakes in the garden, snakes in my bed

snakes wrapped around my heart, choking me dead

head lay on your lap and I, know I'm home

but this is a useless love, you're not my own

you drum your fingers on my back door

but you won't come in
and the paint begins to peel as you side step this in


release me from this chokehold
I'm tired now
gripped too tight to shed this skin


this is a useless love
you're not my own

but just to see your face
is to come home