You show up on my doorstep
A suitcase, a story, an unquiet mind
I dreamt you'd come back here, give yourself the all-clear
But fires around us rage wild

Your charming words pursue me
Our mistakes will undo me

    I walk alone though you are the one
    I walk alone though you are the one
    You are the only one

I'm a fool armed with matches
You taste like sweet sin, oh, the trouble I'm in
Much deeper than peace and much deeper than pain
I need to step out of this whirlwind

I hope you can forgive me
Please go home and forget me

Your love is a demon, you sing me the moon
Darken the stars, swallow, swallow the sun
It's too much and oh, it's too late

    I walk alone though you are the one
    5x You are the only one

Sing Me the Moon

You dab the voice of reason
Like perfume on my pulse points
It's giving me a headache
I need fresh air
Need to scrub myself bare

I've learned you can't forgive me
For all the mistakes you made
You take me so for granted
I need fresh air
Need to scrub myself bare

The smaller I get, the harder I am to break
How else can I hide and plan for my escape?
The smaller I get, the sooner I'll soar unchained

You tell your friends a story
But it's not the one I tell
You hold me close, drown my voice
I need fresh air
Need to scrub myself bare

The smaller I get, the harder I am to break
How else can I hide and plan for my escape?
The smaller I get, the sooner I'll soar unchained

You dab the voice of reason
Like perfume on my pulse points
It's giving me a headache
I need fresh air
Need to scrub myself bare
I need fresh air
Need to scrub myself bare

The Smaller I Get

This is how I play pretend
Detonating daisies in my cinnamon den
Basking in the glow of lantern slides
And labyrinthine solitude
Venus in neon and drunk chartreuse

     A quadrapus in his adorableness
     Swims in a puddle of nostalgia in an underpass
     If you dream of him in urban seaweed
     Will he dream of you
     Maybe he will dream of you

You severed the tender chain
But you will fly home again
When the angel's trumpet fades
And you have spent most of the day
Harvesting squash blossoms and mermaid hair

Feelings are like bodies
They taste so good in soup
Boiled, spiced, and sweetened
Then by fireflies consumed

Quadrapus

The Stones I Carry

I like to drink drinks that glow
I eat sin when I'm alone
I torched all my bridges long ago

I sip perfume laced with mothballs
You wrap me in waxed linen cloth
I tell truth but you must break the code

    I am heading to the abattoir
    To replay our sweet film noir
    Flying past these burned-out stars
    Over humming slick steel wires

You dream of sleep drenched in honey
Curled up in your mother's belly
You change gold back into lead and heat

I smell where the rain is buried
Secrets lurk beneath a calm sea
One hundred scattered puzzle pieces

   Chorus

Twisting tight a tourniquet
Cannot save your marionette
She sang because you tore up her letters

Pretty pickled dark pink liver
Sleeps in a jar soft and shriveled
How can you say you don't know who killed her

    Instrumental Chorus, Chorus

Sweet Film Noir

What is it like to be mostly right
It's black or it's white in your organized mind
You say I should accept that you know what is best
You crave the attention you think you will get
You gear up for debate and you start to lay blame
You forget you are my friend

You play ricochet, you twist up the facts
You wash all my hurt, all my words off your back
You act like my pain matters less than your own
You'd deny it in public but your knowledge, your logic
Are vastly superior so what could be scarier
Than me being right and you wrong

    So I'm done, I am done
    I am done, I am done
    You're blind in the heart, your lily-white heart
    I am done

I'm tired of being a piece of your puzzle
Your second-class double, the source of the trouble
Whatever I do or don't do I screw up
I'm tired of banging my head like a moth
Feeling caught, so distraught, flapping wings back and forth
On windows and bulbs in your head

    So I'm done, I am done
    I am done, I am done
    While you bask in the sun, your lily-white heart
    Rots in the dark
    Rots in the dark, chokes in feathers and tar
    Your lily-white heart
    Chokes in feathers and tar, black feathers and tar
    Your lily-white heart

Rachel Tamar Noel