Crutches for smooth bones
Lure splint commitment
Burning, make this phantom limb
Contort and twist

Crutches for smooth bones
These weapons.
The nurse knocked into your pit.

You broke my feet to match your face.

It's just another kiss
On conviction as it crumbles to waste.
You waited at the base of the fire escape.

I can't feel the wet moving.
You are the nerve to my limbs.
Sling me through your waves.
You are the nerve to my limbs,
A pointed smile to the back of my head.

I'm seeing red, still swimming through
The arson I'd miss
If the bait's cut loose.
Light my life on fire and I'll wait
At the base of the fire escape.