Remix

Lay me down,
down into the ground at your feet
laid out low, no where to go
What a strange way we should meet
My head is full of doubt
But all I can really do is be open
to falling from grace

Don’t you tell me to deny it
I’ve done wrong and
I want to suffer for my sins
I need to be redeemed,
from the broken path
I learned to walk down
I have to cleanse my soul
till I’m good enough for you

Remix poetry, combination of Criminal by Fiona Apple
and 6 Underground by Sneaker Pimps