like Bon Iver s song
come on skinny love
pour a little salt we were never here
staring at the sink of blood n crushed veneer
it have to wreck it all
come out all the ropes
and order s tall
to be patient
to be fine
to be balanced
to be kind
what happened to skinny love
suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
sullen load is full
so slow on the split
now all your love is wasted?
then who the hell was I?
I m breaking at the britches
and at the end of all your lines
the consensus seeems to be that
if you can code with
who will love you?
who will fight?
who will fall far behind?