Minnesota

There is a place between your shoulder and chest Which I would rather not leave And when you let the drippings of the thing Fall around me I am just wet and afraid And screaming your name Fuck if your one sliced hand is not The keeper of the back of my neck I came alive this morning With a pit in my stomach because I'd rolled to the other side If I missed you in the night I guess I'm going to Minnesota, huh? I guess I'm going to Minnesota, huh? Keeping your mouth real dry So that my words will not dissolve on your tongue But I don't need to talk by some Disgusting accident of communion Fuck my feet I'm tryna cross the street but they keep Going to Minnesota, huh? I guess I'm going to Minnesota, huh? I'm sneaking up without my manners Scripture sink my teeth into the book Where you keep your secrets about me Kissing to trick you into Easing your grip So I can steal that shit and take it Home from Minnesota with me I guess I'm going to Minnesota, huh?