give a word of fragile optimism that this will be okay 

bore down on gluttonous hands, regurgitated thoughts from my heart 

this can only be the going under 

this can only be killing the me in me 

push and pull like the machines 

the humans anthems are dying in me 

i don't think a soul knows compromise like a soul mate 

it sleeps with me 

in my flesh i ask for a personal bleeding 

the holy ghost has word with me 

it comes in love, it comes with gentle hands that disinfect the sting for me 

a whole is filled without the ring 

instead a kiss, a kiss from the sun to try again