If your arms stay filled up
In a circle around space
I still walk here with my fists held up
Wrapped around what I do not say

If there is dust in your hair
There is more of it here
I am full of your waning
It holds my hands
And it says:

"Where are you now?"
Living here in this!
I remember all of it now
How I am here

I feel sick
His hands
Are around
Your waist

I thought you were different

What’s wrong with me?
Why don’t you want me?
What’s wrong with me?

Everything you say
Kills a little piece of me
You’re killing me

You have
No idea
What you’re doing to me