My food is here and I can't eat it
'Cause I love your voice and fear your gaze
Your hands are made of flesh
My skin is water
And I always fear you'll get bored
Of hanging me out to dry
I know you're just lonely
And your road is unpaved
I'm just the one who won't mind
Getting my hands and knees covered in dirt
I'll wait until they turn blue
Until I exist only in retrospect
I know there'll be another
To crawl in your tracks
I hope she makes it
To your pot of gold
On the other side
