Oh My Heart

Oh my heart, it is weak just like my coffee
 Battle scarred, fighting every war by proxy
 It is crude, it's construction paper torn
 And grade school glue, but it is weathering the storm
 Oh my hands, they have traced your empty outline
 Made demands, bringing offerings to your shrine
 I'm just a priest running faster than I should
 With skinned up knees to Holy Ground that does me good
 Oh my head, electric and impulsive
 Says "come to bed," we can make our medicine
 And keep it close while the head, the heart exhale
 Speak in code and spell on skin with vapor trails
 Oh my lungs, they are starting to breathe deeper
 Quiet drums pushing air out to the ether
 That lights a spark, a desperate flare I send to you
 Get home by dark
 Get here by any way you choose
 Get here by any way you choose
 Get here by any way you choose