There's a crick in my neck Can you fix it for me? There's a thorn in my side Can you twist it, twist it for me? And I've been biting my tongue He's got me waiting, waiting at the cull And I know that if he hurts me At Least he'll make it beautiful Closeness is something that you can't give me Yet it's the only reason I've been Sticking around All this time I've made it mine Now I've a yearn that's so deep and wide It stretches around my body twice Then after that It's spilling out All on the ground No one is saved Regurgitate And dwell upon that awful taste Holes in my hands Wrap a cloth around my eyes and tie a knot at the end I don't want to bear witness to you And it repeats itself Drag me through the sand I let it scrape me these delights have earthly consequences No more safe defenses Light as the breath you give