He shakes his death rattle.
spittle on his bib.
i don't do the dishes,
i throw then in the crib.
i've eaten you,
i'm overfed.
your milk's in my mouth, it makes me sick.
i've stumbled here.
failed to make it mine.
they say i'm plump.
but i throw up all the time.
i've eaten you, i'm overfed.
your milk's in my mouth, it makes me fear.
do you fake it for me like i
do you fake it for me like i
do you fake it for me like i
my baby's in her arms,
crawling up her legs.
like a liar at a witch trial.
you look good for your age.
i've eaten you, i'm overfed.
your milk's in my mouth, it makes me sick