Map

All the rivers that I left

Waiting to see

What they’d do to me

All the riddles that I wrote

Things I shoved down your throat

Waiting for the day

That I come undone

It’s a funny little time

To show me that you’re mine

When I switch off the light

When the pistol starts to fire

All your treasure is a map

To every little thing I lack

If time is pleasure, love’s the trap

To try and get some feeling back

Hold the nape of your neck

Carry you to bed

Found you hiding in the house

Are you a man or a mouse

There’s honey dripping from your mouth

Can’t seem to get the words out

All your treasure is a map

To every little thing I lack

If time is pleasure, love’s the trap

To try and get some feeling back

All your treasure is a map

To every little thing I lack

If time is pleasure, love’s the hack

To try and get my body back