For 40 nights we carved a hollow house from one another's skin
Say, let our mouths go black from the soot when our little fire gets flooded by kids
Could I follow you back to all the stairwells, parking lot kisses
Time was I'd gather you sticks in a wintry waltz
Say, "I'm walking home"
Hear your guts say "I'm walking away"
We'd bait the bees with our hair
O' Light, take me to a hospital
Sew hummingbirds to my heart
All the precious and sweet things I was coughing up in a fever that I swore not to recover from
They crept into my coffers
They crept into my kite strings and punished my clean girl
But hopefully someday I'll bury you or maybe someday you'll bury me
It's strange to love the person who'll bury you
It's strange to love anyone at all
O' Light bus me, take me to a knitting room
Patch up all my ghosts with bedsheets