[Submitted
by Bart Debersaques]
Yeah, there are parts of me he’ll never know
The wild horses and my river beds
And in my throat, voices he’ll never hear
He pulls at me, like a cherry tree
And I can still move, but I don’t speak about it
Pretend I’m crazy, pretend I’m dead
He’s too scared to hit me now, he’ll bring flowers instead
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you
Somewhere to go
And dogwoods shimmer, in the October sun
Oh sweet thing, it seems to me, you’re the only one
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you
Somewhere to go
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you
Somewhere to go
And I don’t know why I can’t tell my sister
He spat in my face again
And I don’t wanna die here
You know that dream when your feet won’t move
You wanna come, but your body won’t let you
He steals it from me
He steals it from me
It shines, it shines like jewels,
Like something that has died too soon
He fucks with the beauty
A kiss, a kick, a kiss, kick, kick
He steals it from me
It’s out of my hands again
I need an island...
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