sleeping endlessly in a home that won’t uphold
i think it is a dream
you can shake me wide awake
but my black sheepish tendencies that will curse dad’s demons
i lament forlorn
i still hate you
i’m alone
don’t touch me Iris
don’t touch me Iris
don’t touch me Iris
don’t touch me Iris
get away
i wish that your white doves
could be enough, could restore love
i wish that my black gloves
could stop gripping, i think i’m slipping
moving endlessly in the rear view so obscene
i think i’ve done it wrong and i misspeak every time
but you’re still here in the barn with your palm up to the sky
i decline forlorn
they still hate me
all alone
don’t touch me Iris no
don’t touch me Iris no
don’t touch me Iris no
don’t touch me Iris
get away
i wish that your white doves
could be enough, could restore love
i wish that my black gloves
could stop gripping, i think i’m slipping
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