Outside behind the cabin, I watched your eyes turn white.
To match the color of your chest, beneath the fringed and feathered dress-
Transparent as the wind that bends the pine.
I obeyed this time.
As we sat against the door, we licked our wounds.
We prayed until our lips quit turning blue.
Hot water fills the bath, I see you in two rooms-
Maybe I'm just seeing things, breathing all those fumes.
I'm exhausted.
Your breath left my lungs a holy mess-
Burning Paper lanterns, I tore your dress-
we stained it red-
You cracked your head against the edge-
Of the bathtub-
We ruined the wooden floor.
Your eyes were rings of swollen light, and mine were blooming novas.
I still see you decorating the un hinged door in our bedroom.I still feel your phantom touch, your hand over the hole inside my lung.
I watch your dress sway, left to dry in the broken window-
I watch the wind pull the covers off the bed.
I watch you pulling pieces of urchin spine out of your foot- I mix epsom salt in water- fold the blankets neat.
I see your failing naked body warped by heat,
cooling off against the bed sheets-
And wild breeze
I still follow your hands as they traced across my chest,
I can see your fingernails, marks of red where they were pressed.
Why am I speaking of you as if you're dead.
Holy lungs and early spring,
The floating clothes, the drifting stream.
Your dress gets caught against a rock-
Over the falls the rest are lost.
Our bodies, my lungs, the trouble it was to breathe.
Don't blame our bodies for trying to make peace.
Take me to your lair, weave me through the thickets.
Bury my soul where the mud is the thickest.
lyrics
Outside behind the cabin, I watched your eyes turn white.
To match the color of your chest, beneath the fringed and feathered dress-
Transparent as the wind that bends the pine.
I obeyed this time.
As we sat against the door, we licked our wounds.
We prayed until our lips quit turning blue.
Hot water fills the bath, I see you in two rooms-
Maybe I'm just seeing things, breathing all those fumes.
I'm exhausted.
Your breath left my lungs a holy mess-
Burning Paper lanterns, I tore your dress-
we stained it red-
You cracked your head against the edge-
Of the bathtub-
We ruined the wooden floor.
Your eyes were rings of swollen light, and mine were blooming novas.
I still see you decorating the un hinged door in our bedroom.I still feel your phantom touch, your hand over the hole inside my lung.
I watch your dress sway, left to dry in the broken window-
I watch the wind pull the covers off the bed.
I watch you pulling pieces of urchin spine out of your foot- I mix epsom salt in water- fold the blankets neat.
I see your failing naked body warped by heat,
cooling off against the bed sheets-
And wild breeze
I still follow your hands as they traced across my chest,
I can see your fingernails, marks of red where they were pressed.
Why am I speaking of you as if you're dead.
Holy lungs and early spring,
The floating clothes, the drifting stream.
Your dress gets caught against a rock-
Over the falls the rest are lost.
Our bodies, my lungs, the trouble it was to breathe.
Don't blame our bodies for trying to make peace.
Take me to your lair, weave me through the thickets.
Bury my soul where the mud is the thickest.
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a bud put me onto this a few months back and i'm obsessed—my favourite kind of screamo. mathy, melodic, freaky, tender, and (above all) passionate. unreal release from a band i wish i could see live kai
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