but you have to

by amy sharp


if you are very good and practice not ripping up the world
and wrap your arms around me I may show you 
write down every single thing you know
in the tiniest handwriting and I may show you
tell me sticky lies from your mouth and I may show you
whisper all the truth and I may show you

I will open the trap door that leads to the bottom of the world
and we'll meet there with dreams in our eyes
and I will always show you