​untitled by Bianca Nio Lyrics

your downspiral spills heart bile onto his sleeve
this is progress
but i still wonder
how long it has been since
you’ve wanted to be soaked in someone elses shame
to get rid of your own, mouth open wide
theres a cicada crying inside your throat
and she only wants the moon, not even the star-drenched sky
i lick your wounds and you tell me that this is progress
and to stay patient