Save Me Save Me

Though this is all you'll ever get

It would be a strange delite

No eyes no nose no mind

The grey light of Porto stays with you

Oh how can you love a tiny bug impressed

By the night when you cut yourself?

Save me Save me

Your body rotten as the last melon

On the vine

Pull your shirt down

Save me Save me

Press my thumb onto your tounge

Hand a knife up to me

No mouth no neck no rest

The white poem of self hate stays with you

Even though you know a chance to cut

Is still a chance to cure

Pull your legs apart

Save me save me

Your body doomed as the last apple

On the tree so let me hurt you

Save me save me

Save me save me

Oh how can you love a tiny bug impressed

By the night

Save me save me

Your body rotten as the last melon

On the vine