we build a treehouse, I keep it from shaking,
a little more glue every time that it breaks,
perfectly balanced, 
and then I start making conscious, deliberate mistakes 

all that I ask for is one little corner,
one private room at the back of my heart,
tell her I found one,
she sends out battalions to claim it,
and blow it apart

I grip and she grips,
and faster we’re sliding,
sliding and spilling and what can I do?

come back to bed, kid,
take me inside you,
I promise I won’t lie to you

alright, the panic recedes,
alright, everyone bleeds,
alright, I get what I need,
and nobody needs to know