Rotted Arp

If only I could feel nothing
Hollow as a bell
I can hear my own heart ringing sometimes
Singing clear and empty
A perfect vessel
A sweet
Instead, now, full and fragile
A bloody mess beating away
I’ll write it out, I’ll write it out
It’s frustration that creates desire
Not the other way around
Unless you let it
Baby, I’ll let it
Baby, I’ll let it
Baby, I’ll let it
Baby, I’ll let it
Baby, I’ll let it
Baby, I’ll let it
Baby, I’ll let it
Baby, I’ll let it
Baby, I’ll let it
Baby, I’ll let it
Baby, I’ll let it
Baby, I’ll let it