Bathsheba - Sycamour

Watch your tone.

The movements are under control.

Make me cold;

Cause everybody’s dying alone.

You take me, untangled.

Tie me down.

You take me, untangled.

I’m falling now.

Watch me so;

You don’t bite off more than you can swallow.

Take your time;

As long as you’re not wasting mine.

Pour yourself into my empty trove.

I’ll find you, enclosed where you’ve been hiding from me.

Cave in.

Blank slates;

Wrapped up white lace n bone.

Corsets can’t hold your breath dragged through the undertow.

Remember.

Remember the night.

You stole it.

You stole it right

From under my nose.

In spite of me.

You’re right to be.

Afraid of me