Bettina Russell - Peel My Fingernails Back

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Verse 1 You said love was delicate—lace on a wire But my heart’s a toolbox full of rust and pliers So I gripped your promise like a broken tack And whispered softly: peel my fingernails back Not for pain, darling—no, don’t misunderstand Just to see how deep your heartbeat stains my hands If devotion’s a lock and the key’s a crack Then kiss me while you peel my fingernails back Pre-Chorus Every nerve sings louder when you’re near A violin made out of splinters and fear Chorus Peel my fingernails back, my love, slow and sweet Let the thunder crawl under the skin of my feet If love is a blade, then drag it across my map Trace every border where the red rivers lap I’ll laugh while the ceiling begins to collapse— Just hold me tight and peel my fingernails back Verse 2 You stitched little hearts on the lining of my coat But they wriggled like worms when you cleared your throat We danced in the kitchen with a hammer and a snack You humming gently as you peeled my fingernails back The moon chewed gum and spat stars in the sink Your shadow tasted purple when I tried to think You told me love’s a train that jumped the track And the ticket was—you guessed it—peeling fingernails back Pre-Chorus Your smile flickers like a hospital light Warm as a chainsaw purring in the night Chorus Peel my fingernails back, my love, slow and sweet Let the thunder crawl under the skin of my feet If love is a blade, then drag it across my map Trace every border where the red rivers lap I’ll laugh while the ceiling begins to collapse— Just hold me tight and peel my fingernails back Bridge We ate alphabet soup made of tiny alarms The spoons were screaming softly in your arms A choir of staplers sang hymns to a goat While a refrigerator tried on your coat My bones turned into chalkboard dust Your lipstick whispered, “Pain is trust.” The carpet learned to bark and clap And asked politely for its fingernails back Verse 3 Now the sky is a blender full of wedding rings And the pigeons have law degrees and violin strings Your eyes are two microwaves humming in black Beeping every time you peel my fingernails back I told the wind we were deeply in love— It mailed us a cloud shaped like a boxing glove We slept inside a screaming backpack Dreaming of fingernails… peeling… back… Final Chorus Peel my fingernails back, my love—don’t stop now The horses in the wallpaper are taking a bow My heart is a stapler eating a map The ocean is coughing up bubble wrap If love is a storm in a butcher’s hat Then dance with me, darling—imagine that— The sun’s a drum, the moon’s a snack… …peel… peel… peel… My fingernails back
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