Blow my mind and blow my heart out,
Scream at me and call me names,
Dry your tears and tell me all about
The things you’ve done and all the games.
Can’t hear enough of what you’re telling,
I cannot grasp my deepest love,
I would love to mute your yelling,
Even if there’s more thereof.
Scream at night and I’ll be running,
To hold my palm against your cheek,
I’ll soothe you until my ears are drumming
When I am strong you can be weak.
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