You're tired.
I'm not.
Sleep babe.
Weirdness can rot.
I'm tired, I'm not sleepin.
In this-- arms not pleadin.
It's getting stopped.
Give me that look and I'll just give up.
Sweet blood honeycomb.
Deep in cocoons.
Build our catacombs,
To make sure I keep you.
Nerves grow,
From freckled stare.
Minds blown,
Do you even care?
For you I am wakin,
When I wake up,
I am shakin.
Inside they are bleeding,
I've had enough and I'm giving up.
Sweet blood honeycomb.
Deep in cocoons.
Inside our catacombs.
To make sure I keep you.
If we're brighter when we're broken,
Then all the bulbs should shell and crack when our chests collapse.
I sigh and you breathe back.
And a slow burn left unnoticed.
And it covered it in us.
Am I lost or am I losing?
I don't know what's worse...
Sweet blood honeycomb.
Deep in cocoons.
Inside our catacombs.
To make sure I keep you.