Organs For Oceans

He slept in my bed after I filled his body with insects and panic and grandfather sewn seeds
 I was useless inside him; trade organs for oceans
 Is there a vaccine for this?
 To clean out all the unborn kids?
 Ohhhhhhh
 He broke me good where the landlord left scars
 Emptied all the bedrooms to reclaim the stretch marks
 We were to our throats in grass
 We tore down the treehouses
 And our brothers were kindling for the love songs that we couldn't sing
 Ohhhhhh
 'Cause we drowned all our songs in the bathtub
 You could hear them way up in the rafters
 And the preachers sleeping in the attic stole them all for scriptures
 We sing nothing now, our mothers ask us how
 We pray with the lights out for songs to fill our mouths
 Ohhhhhh