[Intro] Flour on her wrists like tourniquets, she folds the dough in quarters practices origami with the soft parts, thumbprints pressed like little oaths [Verse 1] Steam curls off the bamboo lid, she counts them out in sevens one for every Sunday I believed her when she said the broth was medicine Pleated edges crimped like sutures, pork and ginger, thyme and salt, she hums a lullaby in Celsius, warm enough to melt the fault [Pre-Chorus] And I swallow, I swallow, I swallow whole every pleat, every fold, every careful parole [Chorus 1] Emotional support dumplings on the counter cooling down She says eat, love, eat they're good for what ails you now But one of them is heavier and I can't tell you which And the woman with the flour hands won't stop smiling while I chew [Verse 2] Chopsticks tap a plastic plate, she watches like a pharmacist doses measured, pupils segueing left to right across my lips There's vinegar, there's sesame, there's something underneath the skin that catches light like surgical, too thin to feel go in [Pre-Chorus] And I swallow, I swallow, I swallow blind every gift is a envelope I should hold to the light [Chorus 2] Emotional support dumplings and the soy sauce running dark She says eat, love, eat you'll feel it disassemble in your heart But one of them is loaded and it's patient as a saint And the woman with the clean hands hasn't blinked in forty minutes [Bridge] Higurashi, higurashi the evening cicadas knew before I did that kindness with a seam down the middle is just cruelty folded in half She kept the recipe in a lockbox, wrote "For You" on every portion, and I mistook the metallic for devotion, called the bloodmouth flavor "love" [Verse 3] The needle finds my lower gum a comma in the sentence where she promised me forever and forever was the punchline She peels the gloves off finger-first, arranges them beside the wrappers, tells me sorry like a customs form: printed, dated, stamped, and vacant [Pre-Chorus] And I swallowed, I swallowed, I swallowed it all every pleat was a teeth-mark, every fold was a wall [Chorus 3] Emotional support dumplings and the blood pooling like broth She says eat, love, eat I made them because I care so much But every single one was heavy, I just picked the wrong one last And the woman with the steady hands was never trembling I was [Outro] Flour on her wrists, flour on her wrists, she folds the soft parts, she folds the soft parts and I opened wide
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