Drawn to the Blood - Sufjan Stevens

I’m drawn to the blood
The flight of a one-winged dove
How? How did this happen?
How? How did this happen?
The strength of his arm
My lover caught me off guard
How? Head of a rabbit

Dear Heroes - Gottlieb

Taking center-stage, I'm a rebel paradox
Cuz if I'm a fucking saint
I wouldn't be an artist
I'm a salesman, coasting on the tails of renaissance
I'm naive and arrogant
But I'm no anarchist

I'm another rock hero
Taking the stage
In uniform and flashy effect
So what does this front of mine really protect?

Martyr - Kaveh Akbar

“There’s no difference to the outside world between a good guy and a bad guy behaving like a good guy. In fact, I think God loves that second guy a little more.”

“Good-person drag,” Cyrus thought out loud. That’s what they called it after that.

“Do you have this organ here?” Cyrus asked her, pointing at the base of his throat. “A doom organ that just pulses all the time? Pulses dread, every day, obstinately? Like it thinks there’s a panther behind the curtain ready to maul you, but there’s no panther and turns out there’s no curtain either? That’s what I wanted to stop.”

Multi-Bottle Rocket - Iris Bilinsky

You held yourself just like you always do
I just felt lucky to be anywhere with you

River - Saintseneca

Along your river
Would there be enough grace to outweigh the grave?
Along your side
Would there be enough legs for us to break?
Along your river
I stand dry

Yr Million Sweetnesses - Diane Cluck

I have spent time with unspoiled birds
And generous sunshine that taught me doing nothing
And I do recall that my very best friends are
The ones who left me empty and ready to be filled again

This is how I walk when I have given up
Do you see how free the body moves
The bones inside the skin are loose
And I know if I could see you
That you'd be walking like this too