Almost me, before sunrise, when it storms, I’m most me, caught in the rain and cold. They’re talking to the leaves like they won’t fall in fall, Loving in the moment, love them before they're gone. Bring me to my knees, just not low, just not low. Beg you back so you can strip me down, I don’t like my pride. I saw the priest, I confess I’m not clean, I want to believe, just not in you. I saw you, and you told me you felt seen. I want to believe, even if it’s not true. Scratches on the wind chime, She sings when she’s bored, Sex in an empty house, I’ll feel better if you close the door. White whine after communion, Parched in the parish, I will always hold you, Even with your claws. I still feel your tongue lashes up my thigh, Still heavy in my chest. I can’t… Smoke you out I might. I’ll Tattoo a snake there so it won’t, Feel like a lie. I saw you, and you told me you felt seen. I want to believe, even if it’s not true. Scratches on the wind chime, She sings when she’s bored, Sex in an empty house, I’ll feel better if you close the door. Keep a belt around the books, The rain runs the ink down the page, But not the blue out of your eyes, Not tears dry. I still steal glances during the day, And think of you at night. The silver lining in the clouds, I kept looking back when I was looking for a light. I’m not sick; I just don’t feel healthy, Something just doesn’t feel right. Beg you back so you can strip me down, I don’t like my pride, I don’t like my pride, I don’t like my pride.