You make me feel as if
you drudged me up
from one of his ribs
Like I was the muse
Shakespeare wrote about
He could have been
that fucking sun
And I’d melt all the wax
I hold in my feathers
just for a taste of that luminescence
You make me feel as if
you drudged me up
from one of his ribs
Like I was the muse
Shakespeare wrote about
He could have been
that fucking sun
And I’d melt all the wax
I hold in my feathers
just for a taste of that luminescence
