Текст песни The Text Itself - Divorce Song

Oh force and all of its riches.
How bad are we?
And veins, fracked with great precision.
We're dug, aren't we?
Take your hands off of me.

Trace our chins with both of your thumbs.
It's okay (Nothing is worse than okay).
And look! She's sitting in the snow.
Her fist, her tiny fucking fist, is blue.
How could you?