never thought you’d lose your way back home to me
i bled a trail along the mountain pass
fled so fast no map could hold its potency
yeah i cut my X’s low and hard

and all i’ve done is spilled more blood
the drifts are deepening
on the switchbacks
below the peaks

miles up H________
i walked on mirrors
a horse was drowning
the glass broke underneath me
a hail of arrows circled
waiting on my word

oh mercy
you left it up to me

i’ll [bad word] to spill more blood
for the route you braved for me
where the cliffs repel the sea

it’s going to take more and more to stop
the infinite [bad word] of insects
gaining on the moat
i fall back unprotected
attached and disconnected
i let you through
then i lit the fuel

it’s so much simpler than we thought
hope waits
where we’d almost given up
as patient as the land

the inkwells
overflowing
the rivers never knowing
always writing
always erasing