give a word of fragile optimism that this will be okay  bore down on gluttonous hands, regurgitated thoughts from my heart  this can only be the going under  this can only be killing the me in me  push and pull like the machines  the humans anthems are dying in me  i don't think a soul knows compromise like a soul mate  it sleeps with me  in my flesh i ask for a personal bleeding  the holy ghost has word with me  it comes in love, it comes with gentle hands that disinfect the sting for me  a whole is filled without the ring  instead a kiss, a kiss from the sun to try again