| THICKEN THE PLOT It is easy to point and blame Who came first? Who progressed? With a slip from your perch of shame I am calm and suddenly relaxed I consume the heaviest wounds Enter freely You’ve got what you want Now let’s thicken the plot Say you’re sorry to me I saw it unfold many years ago As I look forward to looking back Am I old or constantly obsessed? I’ve grown sick of hiding But still hate your son The summers remind me You’ve got what you want Now let’s thicken the plot Say you’re sorry It is easy to live in shame Am I cold or too much to digest? I consume the heaviest wounds Enter freely You’ve got what you want Now let’s thicken the plot Say you’re sorry for me. |