Minnesota

There is a place between your shoulder and chest
Which I would rather not leave
And when you let the drippings of the thing
Fall around me I am just wet and afraid
And screaming your name

Fuck if your one sliced hand is not
The keeper of the back of my neck
I came alive this morning
With a pit in my stomach because
I'd rolled to the other side
If I missed you in the night

I guess I'm going to Minnesota, huh?
I guess I'm going to Minnesota, huh?

Keeping your mouth real dry
So that my words will not dissolve on your tongue
But I don't need to talk by some
Disgusting accident of communion
Fuck my feet
I'm tryna cross the street but they keep
Going to Minnesota, huh?
I guess I'm going to Minnesota, huh?

I'm sneaking up without my manners
Scripture sink my teeth into the book
Where you keep your secrets about me
Kissing to trick you into
Easing your grip
So I can steal that shit and take it
Home from Minnesota with me
I guess I'm going to Minnesota, huh?