antler crimes from herdbound by bit depth

in which two deer share a dance


almost at the point of throwing it in
just want to be small as possible
to turn invisible for just a little moment
world’s too physical, i feel every bone when

everyones moving oh so confidently
and envy, it builds inside of me
you said for once you were gonna take a chance, just
really thought you could choose not to be anxious

shut off something that keeps you up every night
when you lay for long enough that
it pulls you under like nothing before
can’t talk for shit, that's something i’m sure

but i snap back, and he’s waiting, looking at me
in my heart, i know he’s not about to leave
till we get one song together
(god, you’re out of your turf, you should have known better)
but with a tug i know that i’m tethered
frozen and helpless now

until he goes:
“what to do, isn’t it a little late for you?”

and i say:
“up to you, no i guess i’m never really up this late…”

and i’m a dancer trying to figure out the hoof-work
aw man! i’ll go until i feel it hurt
so i was never gonna come off that impressive
yet i think i’m sort of getting better, when he says:

“hey, answer, have you ever had a lover?”
our antlers almost touching each other’s
and i can’t speak, i’ll fuck it up, and then i’m done for
i think i need him closer for comfort
i can’t speak, i’ll fuck it up, and then i’m done for
i think i need him closer for comfort

“if you’re sure”

never got good at reading emotions
i’m dying for the clearest sign he might care enough to
take a chance on someone so clueless
over anything, i need to pull through this

big light in the sky i wished on for years
i’m feeling somethings changed
the night, the night, with all my might!
for it is the first time of my life
i see, i glow, in the moon’s pale light!
deep in another’s eyes

say:
“there's so much to do, i don’t mind staying up a little late for you…”

no time to think it through, i always wait till it’s too late

and I’m a dancer, locking into the hoof-work
i’ll stamp my prints deep into this earth
so what if i’m not that impressive?
i’m not even close to catching up to where my breath is

“and hey, i think we could be good lovers…”
our antlers bumping into each other’s
and, ok i'll bite, what’s a prey without a hunter
i’m gonna need you closer for comfort
yeah, i'll bite, what’s a prey without a hunter
i’m gonna need you closer for comfort

“i’m so sure”

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