I know I brought you here
to this place.
Remembered your weight,
remembered every trace.

Desire can be really sick
if you watch the way you grope.
Watch the way you're always burned
by drifting back to hope.

Life's more than the body
lugging its weight from room to room,
And more than crouching down
and licking all my wounds.

And more than snatching at shadows
every time anyone cares,
And more than saying I'm smiling
when my teeth are clearly bared.

My heart is canceled every time
you step into the light,
And demons start to scatter,
but the light just hurts my eyes

Do you remember any call?
Do you remember anything at all?
The things worth remembering
are often very small.

And rage always dazed you,
always dragged you down,
But it wasn't what I meant
in the round and round and round.

You never dared to hold me
as I writhe and kick and rage.
You just give me answers
to your rage from yesterday.

How can I tell this tale
without the shame of every touch?
Maybe things went wrong
'cause I always cared too much.

We cannot stop the waves
by sawing holes in the sand.
My skin remembers heat
from your ragged hands,

And hates that being close
isn't being in command.
And hates that looking back
doesn't mean I understand.

My heart is canceled every time
you step into the light.
And demons start to scatter,
but the light just hurts my eyes.

Do you remember any call?
Do you remember anything at all?
The things worth remembering
are often very small.