Poke - from Tiny Changes: A Celebration of Frightened Rabbit's 'The Midnight Organ Fight'

Poke at my iris
 Why can't I cry about this?
 Maybe there is something that you know, that I don't
 We adopt a brand new language
 Communicate through pursed lips
 And you try not to put on any sexy clothes or graces
 I might never catch a mouse
 And present it in my mouth
 To make you feel you're with someone who deserves to be with you
 But there's one thing we've got going
 And it's the only thing worth knowing
 And it's got lots to do with magnets and the pull of the moon
 Why won't our love keel over as it chokes on a bone?
 And we can mourn it's passing and then bury it in snow
 Or should we kick it's cunt in?
 Watch as it dies from bleeding?
 If you don't want to be with me, just say and I will go
 Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
 Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
 Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
 Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
 We can change our partners, this is a progressive dance, but
 Remember, it was me who dragged you up to the sweaty floor
 Well, this has been a reel
 I've got shin-splints and a stitch from we
 But like a drunken night, it's the best bits that are colored in
 You should look through some old photos
 I adored you in every one of those
 If someone took a picture of us now, they'd need to be told
 That we'd ever clung and tied a navy knot with arms at night
 I'd say, she was his sister, but she doesn't have his nose
 And now we're unrelated and rid of all the shit we hated
 But I hate it when I feel like this, and I never hated you
 Hate you, hate you, hate you, hate you
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 Never hated you
 I never hated you