drive your plow over the bones of the dead - meadow rue lyrics

the lights are far fainter now, far more diffuse. step outside and count them for myself. collapse and think about all that you’ll curse. everything we had. slit my skin, still stinging. lie beneath the pine and stare up at the sky. grind my bones to dust and cast them to the wind. meadow rue and hawth+rn tree, i’m certain you’ll curse everything we had together
[a family tree for all our shame]