Quickening

Lyrics

In your car, parked Cold air Flows through Your mouth: The dream of a friend's Hand on your head growing cold Death Thought surrounds me: Not death untimely A wasted life The bad person Quickening inside of me "We taste anxiety." So rain burn through my throat Bring Small Sleep On you she floats Withholding she holds me "I'll be where you've lost yourself." "In your emptiness I swell up."