Sarasvati

You are Sanskrit on my skin

Peel me open, til I'm nothing but a whisper

Name yourself sinner

I only play for pennies

And I don't play for sinners

I play for sadness

I play for dead things

Pull the bones from the sockets

Please be softer while you do it

For I am fragile and vacant

Sarasvati sung me to sleep

I rested my head against a knee

And the music I like goes up and down

Like bobbing bodies in the river bend

And they say, "Mary why are your songs so sad?

Look at the luck and fortune you've had.

Why do you cry at night? "

Pull the bones from their sockets

Please be softer while you do it

For I am fragile and vacant

You take my body and tongue and organs

Whisper to my skin like death does.

All red and rosy and stuff.

I want every piece of me to crash

Into every piece of you.

I swear to god that's how they make stars.

I'm not whole.

Pull the bones from their sockets

Please be softer while you do it

For I am fragile and vacant