Itchy Teeth

I've been left To lick my wounds for too long I'm down to bone Calloused tongue, itchy teeth Metal mouth with rubber gums I can't talk now Hold me for an hour Flowers bloom in less We'll brace this crumbling tower The harvest of distress Eke me out Make me last, I am a broken ship A sinking mast You filled me up And made the holes With fingertips, red nails and cutting words Patch me up Or hold me for an hour Flowers bloom in less We'll brace this crumbling tower The harvest of distress Hold me for an hour Flowers bloom in less We'll brace this crumbling tower The harvest of distress