#dollwork

Your parents don't know about the things we do

Your parents don't know they've lost love in you

Your parents don't know, so please don't tell them

Your parents would rip me apart in a second

If they knew

Your parents don't know about the things we do

Your parents don't hear the things I've said about you

Your parents don't know you have trouble believing

Your parents don't know you have trouble eating

Your parents don't know, so please don't tell them

Your parents would rip you apart in a second

If they knew

You parents don't know about the things we do

Your parents don't listen when you tell them that you've

Been feeling bad these days

Your parents think its just teenage angst

But your parents don't know you like I do

Your parents would rip us apart in a second

If they knew

If they knew how much I loved you

I'd never see you again.

You've been calling your piss soaked mat

a home for far too long

altars and churches of shit and vomit

are hardly a home

You find your rat infested coat

a safety blanket

and the smell of drugs and piss and shit

is the warmth to get you through it

And I really love you

I love you for it

And even though your home is broken

your hearth is warm enough for me and you

I can tell there's sad stories living behind your eyes

Certain words cut deep enough to pluck hairs inside your mind

Maybe you're hiding the scars beneath your thick leather gloves

Maybe one day I'll work my way inside your loud skull

Will you show me?

And I really love you

I love you for it

And even though your home is broken

your hearth is warm enough for me and you

Rabbit heart, you aren't satisfied in one place too long

I made you promise to keep my heart wherever you wandered off

I feel a twinge of pain whenever I see the safety's off

The gun you keep strapped to your boot is gonna blow your head off

Someday

Leaving the bones of people to rot into the creek

People you knew and loved, members of a dying breed

The past is burning, leaving holes in the dusty enamel

The bones are shiny white, breaking up the dirty foam

I see you standing on the bank of the mud

Crying your eyes out but you know what must be done

You've already broken off your horns, tossed down your pitchfork

The foamy water washes away all you've ever known

and loved

Leather bound books rotting inside of your room

haven't opened them since god knows when and yet

you refuse to throw them away, "maybe another day"

I catch you running your fingers over the spines from

time to time

I'm mourning you already, you've got

some kind of sick I can't remedy and I know

you might not make it out alive

Your mind is full of bullet holes your brain looks like a bee hive

And you never stop crying. I wish I knew why

.

I peek through your stuff when I know you cannot see

Taking my time to peel through every single piece

I'm trying to diagnose you

'cause it makes me feel more in control

When I can prescribe some kind of medication

to make you feel whole

again

I'm mourning you already, you've got

some kind of sick I can't remedy and I know

you might not make it out alive

Your mind is full of bullet holes your brain looks like a bee hive

And you never stop crying. I wish I knew why.