Your broad shoulders
my wet tears
You’re alive
and I’m still here
As some half-human
creature thing
Can you bring life
to anything?

Take this to make you better
though eventually you’ll die

If you don’t love me
don’t tell me
I’ve never asked you
and I’ve never asked why

It’s such a shame
she used to be so delightful

Well, whose fault is that
if it wasn’t mom and dad’s

Well, it must be yours

We’ll have none of that
no

—Wolf Alice