Lyrics

Alone October, face in clouds lit by the moon August: Salt water down my throat Choke On wet heat at night-- soft skin that's been sundrenched November, she writes: "you became that for me, mixture of image/memory" Ribbon of sleep Slips through my hand Four I've hurt this year; am I who I am? Not as frail as you think; You'll break me Opaque and weak You'll break me; we'll break me April I wrote you, only person I got back to Opaque and weak You'll break me; we'll break me