Bon Iver - Skinny Love

Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here

Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind

Now all your love is wasted?
Then who the hell was I?
Now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
Right in the moment this order's tall

In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different "kind"