Poke (from Tiny Changes: A Celebration of Frightened Rabbit's 'The Midnight Organ Fight'|Explicit) - Daughter

Composed by：Frightened Rabbit/Scott Hutchison

Poke at my iris

Why can't I cry about this

Maybe there is something that you know that I don't

We adopt a brand new language

Communicate through pursed lips

And you try not to put on any sexy clothes or graces

I might never catch a mouse

And present it in my mouth

To make you feel you're with someone who deserves to be with you

But there's one thing we've got going

And it's the only thing worth knowing

And it's got lots to do with magnets and the pull of the moon

Why won't our love keel over as it chokes on a bone

And we can mourn its passing

And then bury it in snow

Or should we kick its cunt in

And watch as it dies from bleeding

If you don't want to be with me just say and I will go

Well we can change our partners

This is a progressive dance but

Remember it was me who dragged you up to the sweaty floor

Well this has been a reel

I've got shin-splints and a stitch from we

But like a drunken night it's the best bits that are coloured in

You should look through some old photos

I adored you in every one of those

If someone took a picture of us now they'd need to be told

That we had ever clung and tied

A navy knot with arms at night

I'd say she was his sister but she doesn't have his nose

And now we're unrelated and rid of all the s**t we hated

But I hate it when I feel like this

And I never hated you