You starved me with your tender lie Left me choking, asking why Your kindness was a butcher's blade Carving mercy from the mess you made You think soft hands can't leave scars I'll show you what your silence mars Fuck your maybe, fuck your tender Fuck your "I can't be the offender" Coward hiding in a saint's disguise Mercy dripping from your spider eyes You don't know what the raw truth cuts like I could bleed gold into your mouth and you'd still spit it dry You want the warmth but not the fire Want the body, not the pyre Your hesitation is a fist Wrapped in velvet, aimed and kissed I hope your next love hollows you out Leaves you screaming in the doubt You gave me almost, gave me nearly Dripped affection cold and clearly Measured out in teaspoons, guessing Every kiss a false confessing I hope your mirror gouges out your peace I hope you rot in your release Fuck your maybe, fuck your tender Fuck your "I can't be the offender" Coward hiding in a saint's disguise Mercy dripping from your spider eyes You don't know what the raw truth cuts like I could bleed gold into your mouth and you'd still spit it dry Now it's you know who with the hollow chest You know the wound that never dressed You know the knife, you know the twist You know you're nothing but a bleeding list Of almost-lovers, almost-souls The door keeps slamming shut and cold Now it's you know who with the hollow chest You know the wound that never dressed The truth could split you from throat to spine And you'd just blink and straighten the blinds Kindness from you is a poison well A smiling tour through private hell You'll die warm and you'll die small Never having risked at all So let me watch you choke So let fuck your maybe Fuck your sweet Nothing sacred Nothing deep Fuck your gentle Fuck your grace I hope you never find your place So fuck your gentle Fuck your grace I hope you burn without a trace
