Asleep in the Weeds

roll with me in the tangle's tangles
and the broken ankles of this place
until i see icy pucnture wounds
from frozen ivy needles in our veins

and we'll bleed all over
over the place
we'll bleed all over
each other in the end

laid across from me
in the thickest thicket
lost in the thick of it
blue and lucidly
i dream i hold her while growing colder
i dream i hold her while growing colder

having fallen asleep...

how can you tell the difference between
the wheat, the weeds and me
if you don't have eyes to see
because you fell asleep in the weeds?