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you crawled into my bed that nightlike some kind of giant insectand I found myself spellbound at the sight of youbeautiful and grotesqueand all the rest of that bug stuffbluffing your way into my mouthbehind my teeth and reaching for my scarsthat night we got kicked outta two barsand laughed our way homethat night you leaned over and threw up into your hairand I held you there thinking
I would offer you my pulseif I thought it would be useful
I would give u my breath exceptthe only problem with deathis that we have some hundred yearsand then they build buildings on our only bonesa hundred yearsand then your grave is not your ownwe lie in out beds, in our gravesunable to save ourselvesfrom the quaint tragedies we inventthen undofrom the stupid circumstanceswe slalom through
I realized that night that the hall lightwhich seemed so bright when you turned it onis nothingcompared to the dawnwhich is nothingcompared to the lightwhich seeps from you while you're sleepingcocoonned in my roombeautiful and grotesquerestingthat night we got kicked out of two barsand laughed our way home
I thought
I would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breathx14
Let's hold here.....keep holdingkeep holdinglets just stay here
That's beautiful...
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