Rent Strike - VI: Don't Let Love Bog You Down

Come on Lady, lay with me
In the shade of the weeping willow trees, we will be
Your eyes are like an amber dream,
Hair the color of honey
Your skin tastes salty, like you just evolved and crawled out of the sea
Come with me and waste away
We will pick each other's resting place
Darling, it's okay. Don't be ashamed. Don't be afraid
They say even god does it, he's been sleeping since that break on the seventh day

I've heard the worms inside your chest
Breathing down beneath your breast
And when you speak, you speak of death

Come on, file down your teeth
We will have no need for them if we never eat
Same day. Rinse, repeat
Never ending fever dream
No, I'm not exactly healthy, but I hesitate to call this a disease
Darling dear, make up your mind
I know it's such a drag sometimes, but it's fine
Open, open wide. We will sink together in the rising tide
No more worries. No more lies. Just drifting back to the black and brackish brine

And I've seen the candle that you light
Like a little specter in the night
I'll follow you. It'll be alright

Come on Lady, lay with me
In the shade of the weeping willow trees, we will be

Written by:
John Cichy

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