Scotchka - Corinthians

I thought I heard your voice pierce my mind
Marinating in the quiet you left behind
Summoned in a nightmare, you're falling through the ceiling
I'm waking in the middle of the night
Straggling reminders of a nuanced sincerity
Blame escaping through the cracks in your story
Our tryst wasn't real but felt right
Heartless sex, shattered neck
Virgin materials are strewn across the floor
A drop of mint oil three pieces of quartz
The oxytocin you brought into this room
Has all but dissolved in the floor and walls
Be scared
Running upstairs
Do you feel my hands
Wrap around your ankles
The writing is on the wall
The smoke is in your head
I'm kneeling half hysterical
With unrelenting love
If we can't be honest
This won't be over
Haunt my mind
Cursed kiss good
Night love, dressed in nightlight, my versailles
My own, please see through me, my intentions are true
Virgin materials out on the floor
Why am I still reaching for you
I can't carry half
Of all the lies you tell yourself
But I can't say that out loud
And I can't be exactly what you want
But I can help
If you pick me up right where you found me
Five other individuals congregated inside
On the night that had threatened to take your life
I had sat cross-legged on the floor to make space
On the bed for the more distinguished guests
There will not be a funeral tomorrow
There will not be a burial this year
I will not have a friend succumb to silence
I will not have a friend that I can't hear
I believe that you will conquer
I believe that you will conquer
I believe that you will conquer
I believe that you will conquer
I believe that you will conquer
I believe that you will conquer
I believe that you will conquer
I believe that you will conquer

Written by:
Brian Fahey, Dominick Murdock, Jacob Hite, Maiya Campbell

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