That exists like a black hole
Put your finger in my kneecap
All things separated into their parts
Let me be your fancy bag lady
Put your finger in my kneecap
To confuse an abyss with shame
Let me be your fancy bag lady
I leave them alone
To confuse an abyss with shame
What good is it?
I leave them alone
A ball of golden yarn.
What good is it?
All things separated into their parts
A ball of golden yarn.
That exists like a black hole