Fuck
I love you and I don't know what
I'm doing
The branches crawled and scraped
across my floor last night
They held me down across my bed
and whispered in my ear
They said you fucked up again and
tightened their hold
I'm scared and I'm dumb sometimes
Except when I'm not
I'm clever and I'm numb sometimes
And I fly in hot
You're sweet, and good, and fucked
up like me (or good and fucked up like me)
And I don't know what I'm doing
and neither does the tree
It's voice is sandpaper
It likes to talk to me and tell me
when I'm being dumb, and tell me when I'm being me
I don't know if I deserve you, I
don't know if you deserve me
Does anyone deserve, probably not,
but that doesn't matter
I just want you to hold me when it
rains
(and fuck you tree)
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