Leeches

Leeches

Melanie Martinez

Leeches surrounded, conscience is throbbing
They can’t sleep at night, hold their pillows tight
Caught in the rivers of the tears that I cried
Bountiful harvest, they flock to my garden
Push their way inside, I go run and hide
They lift all the covers, pull me into their side

Slimy and superficial
Straightening their artificial yapping to seem official
Making it beneficial to their cause

How much blood can you draw with your claws
From a flesh that’s not yours?
My hands aren’t yours
And all of my bones or my whole life
To keep you inthralled
I guess that is the luck of the draw

Let all their friends in, the enemy’s present
They don’t think too hard ‘bout your fragile heart
They eat off the table that you set so you starve
Stop all your breathing (huh)
No, don’t let them see you
They find any way just to make you stay
Right where they want to in their piss-covered games

Slimy and superficial
Straightening their artificial yapping to seem official
Making it beneficial to their cause

How much blood can you draw with your claws
From a flesh that’s not yours?
My hands aren’t yours
And all of my bones or my whole life
To keep you in thralled
I guess that is the luck of the draw, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Leeches

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