Meet me in blanket
Meet me in blind
For I'm so defeated
I'm terrified

All my doors are locked
Though there's nothing inside
Just a head full of holes
And a neat place to hide

And oh,
Such a tired poem
It would be
To say more through silence
To gasp and to breathe

And oh,
Such a crooked house
We'd have built
Wickets for walls
All the wine
We'd have spilled

So cast me out quickly
Fling me in shame
For I've been unholy
I've been untame

And hold me up from my neck
So the whole world can see
How you've been so kind
How you've been so clean

And oh,
Such a tired poem
It would be
To say more through silence
To gasp and to breathe

And oh,
Such a crooked house
We'd have built
Wickets for walls
All the wine
We'd have spilled