I have caught you
I anchor you down
My hand on your ankle
I hold you

I have not lost
But what I never had
Has become dust in
My cold hand

The moment I faltered
Thought too much
Changed our electricity
To dullness

The bright light of a knife
Against white skin
And a bleed of lust
To nothing

I am dreaming
I hold onto you
You are my passion
I see green

Fashion out failure
From gemstones and buttons
Coca-cola bottle tops
Things I found

And then, now, all is lost
Heat, dehydration
Makes our flirtation
Stop