A solo performer delivers a poetic monologue about loss and longing, repeating phrases like "take me as you found me" and "now that you're gone." Vivid imagery of blood and flesh weaves through the piece as the speaker oscillates between yearning for someone's presence and confronting the emptiness of their absence.
Since you called me out, all I've ever desired is you with me. You're here with me. You're here with me. You're here with me. Take me as you found me. Take me as you found me, or leave me to die. Leave me wanting, leave me wanting the rest of your life. Who's going to drain my blood now that you're gone? Who's going to ride on my Now that you're gone, who's going to tame my flesh with a siren song? Now that you're gone, whoa, now that you're gone, take me— as you found me. Take me as you found me, or leave me tonight. Leave me wanting, leave me wanting for the rest of your life. Take me as you found me, take me as you found me, or leave me tonight. Leave me wanting, leave me wanting for the rest of your life. The rest of your life. Your left wrist. Now that you're gone. So leave me standing.
