I had a thought, dear
However scary, about that night
The bugs and the dirt
Why were you digging?

What did you bury
Before those hands pulled me
From the earth?

I will not ask you
where you came from.
I will not ask you,
neither should you.

Honey just put your sweet lips
on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do

I knew that look dear
Eyes always seeking
Was there in someone
That dug long ago

So I will not ask you
Why you were creeping
In some sad way I already know

I could not ask you
where you came from
I could not ask you,
neither could you.

❦ ❧ ❦

{ like real people do - hozier }