He slept in my bed after I filled his body with insects and panic and grandfather sewn seeds I was useless inside him; trade organs for oceans Is there a vaccine for this? To clean out all the unborn kids? Ohhhhhhh He broke me good where the landlord left scars Emptied all the bedrooms to reclaim the stretch marks We were to our throats in grass We tore down the treehouses And our brothers were kindling for the love songs that we couldn't sing Ohhhhhh 'Cause we drowned all our songs in the bathtub You could hear them way up in the rafters And the preachers sleeping in the attic stole them all for scriptures We sing nothing now, our mothers ask us how We pray with the lights out for songs to fill our mouths Ohhhhhh