Lyrics
I’ll take these pieces of your heaven, and I’ll build you a burning bed.
Covered up in sheets of fire, toss and turn ‘till all your skin turns red.
As you’re radiantly rotting me like a pumpkin in November,
I’ll romanticize all the little lies that you don’t seem to remember
telling. These sheets, this bed make hell feel like a freezer
with the corpse you keep inside.
Through all of these things I could say,
I could barely stay silent.
White knuckling these bruises. Tighten up before your head gets loose.
Twisted up and tangled, take one last look. I’m swinging by the noose.
Candle burning high above, wax melting on your naked skin.
It’s something I’ve been looking for. Now, I’m no longer looking in.
As you’re blowing out the only light, it’s like time went out the door.
And you locked it tight behind it, and I’m wondering “what for?”
It’s just this heat. My head makes Earth look like it’s sitting still.
Lost my head, guess it was loose again. It’s been pecked at by the birds.
If you’d just tongue tie this noose again, I could hang on every word.
Kick the broken box beneath my feet, and, my love, I’m headed south.
If your lips were parted paper, I’d put poems in your mouth.
Through all of these things I could say, I could barely stay silent.
White knuckling these bruises. Tighten up before your head gets loose.
Twisted up and tangled, take one last look…