To Whom It May Concern

What an honor for me to be buried deep
Sweat and tears I’m seeing through
From down here
Your good night’s shoveling

Do you feel them? 
Because I’ve felt mine
Waters, running down my cheek
Oh what an honor to be a ghost

To whom it may concern
Skin to skin we met
Wouldn’t it be funny if love slipped in between
The labors of intimacy

I think it’s goddamn funny
You ran away with it
Does it appear in your dreams?
You’ve tucked it down far enough to save yourself

I’m sorry that it scared you
Baby, it scared me too
But I know my desire to the bone
Doubts live within but I never betray it

It has nothing to do with you
Don't carry the weight of my desiring
It’s none of your business
Don’t go ruining it all for me

I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive!