Joanna Newsom - Ribbon Bows (with lyrics)

you still feel it there. so you dig it out and get it in the palms of your hands. the trashcan is in the other room, and you don't want to. your nose bled only once, like an omen. it haunts you. the anxiety of your body is staring in your face. you wad it up real small so you can hide it. you push it down between the bed and the wall. a soft kleenex stained red. the wetness seeping slowly in as portions begin to disintegrate. you shiver as it vanishes bit by bit, back into your body.