lay this grudge down at my door

count one and two and fall to the floor

tell me again to sing you to sleep

count three and four of your secrets to keep

give me the glass broken in your hand

count five and six bad days well planned

exhale another apology lied

count seven and eight long nights at your side

slit my throat with your mouth and spit blood

count nine and ten to stem the flood

whisper what you need to do

count eleven and twelve more words overdue