love i cant be there for you
im whole and ready but, theres stuff in the way
im sorry that i held you
and happy for your laughter
i really want to help you out
the carnivores would eat my heart
even though i wanted to i could never promise you
bitter polyamoury, litter the garden
the tender vine with supple pith
i really want to help you out
the carnivores would eat my heart
at peace one day
ill sit with my lady
our home is everywhere
quit your bellyaching if you wont let me change things
i really want to help you out
the carnivores would eat my heart
fate is shedding its skin for the dead
given the dreaming is not in your bed
your part of the reason
i sing to the deaf from the garden of art
love i cant be there for you
im whole and ready but, theres stuff in the way
im sorry that i held you
and happy for your laughter