Lyrics Letters - Itoldyouiwouldeatyou

Letters

Calmly resigning, a sense of unease
My breath turns to steam in front of me
Drunk in a field, my friends leave without me
I find the ecstasy in fumbling
I was a child’s letter to God
Hope for everyone
Unto the earth is born safety, love and trust
I Am Not Your Fault
Skinnier than me, running, hiding between trees
Covering bruises pre-emptively
Fist turns to palm, turns to arm in broken arm
There’s no harm in forgetting me
I was a child’s letter to God
Hope for everyone
Unto the earth is born safety, love and trust
I Am Not Your Fault
There’s blood between my teeth
I look fifteen, I am fifteen
I ask you to marry me
What the fuck happened to me?
One-legged gutter man
Expose my heart, remove the pen
The only prayer I know —
‘May God make my conviction show.'