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GILT, Tyler Fieldhouse
Know my name
Know my face
Know my weaknesses
Partial to you
I am sum of the pieces
The whole of the moon
Couldn’t pull back the seas
I’ll float on my fears
I will drown all my beliefs
You know me best
Blind hands to flesh, you pull my insides out
Make me from ribs
The perfect place to tie a string around
I remember it
You casting gold over my skin
Tell me the last thing you feel
Before you fall asleep again