Raspberry Seed - PHOX

It was me,

that trimmed my teeth

on a bottle of red.

And then I feel the raspberry seed.

How can this be

that I’d fear the ones who would hold me?

And inside fires, under those who would never chase me.

I will recognize

one of these late nights,

all I’ve left behind.

It was me,

bit the hand that feeds,

and slipped away,

without thought of the bleed.

How can this be

that I’d fear the ones who would hold me?

And inside fires, under those who would never chase me.

I will recognize

one of these late nights,

all I’ve left behind.