I’d cut out my tongue and rip out my teeth
If I knew I could still be underneath
The fantasy of never-ending self-love
But every time I try to look far above
I’m haunted by thoughts of self-death
And the words are caught in my breath
I feel this love in empty places
I feel at home in empty spaces
But I want to feel everlasting love in me
I want to feel an everlasting happy
