Warm My Home! The Afterword

[Verse 1: Blanket Heron]
Downed a spirit
No alcohol to compliment
Ate your heart and stomach up
No condiments, yeah
I love my love, bloody, raw
No condom on, no compliments
I see why you protect your heart so much
I’m always dropping it (fuck!)
It’s worse cause it’s subconscious
(I don’t mean to do it)
(I don’t mean to do it)
Feel like I’d be better off unconscious
Locked in coffin, rottin’ into mosses, yeah
That way I’d grow into something productive
Produce some oxygen
Let you breathe, then drown your heart in, yeah, oxycontin
Fuck this remedy
A melody for right and wrong
Drowned myself in you til I am living off your blood and bones
And everyone is bеgging me when I am comin’ home
(Whеn are you coming home?)
(When are you coming home?)
Can’t speak for myself
Feel like I’m leavin’ myself
You and me is siamese
But I can’t breathe, nor can I believe
We shared these eyes and knees for so long, yeah
And now we-

[Chorus: karynn]
As my red face riots
My time will expire
You’ll hear me by then
Even if the time is spent
I want my rite to be written in stone
Watching movies
In my bed alone
Fire of shortcomings
Warm my home

[Verse 2]
Seein’ different things
Walking different directions
No longer sharing infections
Ponder why the pain so infectious, yeah
So contagious
Lately, been feelin’ what rage is, yeah
Been makin’ out what makes it amazing, uh
Something’ ‘bout punching holes in walls
But no hell can compare
Tore the heart from the sleeve that you wear
I wore it out to the club, yeah
Leaving your arms bare (arms bare)
All night feelin’ alright, yeah (alright, alright)
Catchin’ these gazes and stares (stares)
The heart seems off-white, yeah
That pinkish tint got faded from air
Drying it out, uh
Hanged on a laundry pin, yeah
Nooses and summer nights, yeah
Why my heart feel like road kill?
(Why my heart feel like road kill?)
Why my brain feel like eighty on a fifty still?
Why my body feel like standstill?
But my eyes can’t stand still, yeah

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Chorus: karynn]
As my red face riots
My time will expire
You’ll hear me by then
Even if the time is spent
I want my rite to be written in stone
Watching movies
In my bed alone
Fire of shortcomings
Warm my home

[Spoken Word: Seriula]
It’s okay, I still- I still love him
And I will always love him
No matter how little time we- we might spend
Because it’s not always his fault
There are situations where he just can’t
He’s out- just out with his family
One day, I'll be his closest family
But that day isn't today
I’m so excited for that day
One day, one day
That will be a good day
When I can just pack up my stuff and say
“Honey, I’m home”