Salt (Little Comets)

Pick up on my nuanced groans Rip apart my soiled interior walls Given I'm a sack of bones Maybe you should have excoriated home The system that I need to cope Shatters me with every idiom Suffering a cut to hope Sullen at the time I needed you the most Let them bleed me Feed me salt under the table So I Miss a bit, miss a bit out Miss a bit, miss a bit out Miss a bit, miss a bit, miss a bit Treat me as a prescient ghost Watching over the familial Speak of me in loud, clear notes I'm the boy who was invisible to all Let them bleed me Feed me salt under the table So I Miss a bit, miss a bit out Miss a bit, miss a bit out Miss a bit, miss a bit, miss a bit And if grief can't reach us How lamentable it is to your hope And if grief won't teach us Then I’m powerless to move you along From these walls So I Miss a bit, miss a bit out Miss a bit, miss a bit out Miss a bit, miss a bit, miss a bit