teeth

skin on skin
so the cold will disappear
it sunk it’s teeth
into the soaken wet sheets
that dry beneath your clothet
and it will couch
while we‘re losing sleep
and it will spread underneath your skin

you‘re dragging yourself out of bed
while he’s playing god
and you‘re starting to swet

and i am sick
so fucking sick

skin

(burn the sheets and we‘ll be fine)

skin on skin
so the cold will disappear
it will creep into our beds
and will stay there until it’s burned
i‘d rather be sleeping on the floor

if all the people that made us sad,
have slept in our beds
than i‘d rather be sleeping on the floor

floor

(our knees start to worn out from crawling)

the smolder made it hard to see
and that‘ll be probably your advantage
someday we‘ll find out
who will accept your invitation
and someday at you‘re funeral dinner
all your friends will just have coffee

(i know there’s something in your mouth)

tongue

and all our friends will sink into their coffee
although they‘ll spend most of their time asleep
and i know that it won‘t stop itching in your arm
so hold fast

the bitter taste of all those ghosts won‘t stick to your tongue
if you don‘t chew the ashes for too long
water will better your arm
so hold fast

stop holding your tongue
stick it out
so i can scrape the ashes off
stick out at me

i‘ll tell them all we‘re fine

(the smolder made it hard to seeand that‘ll be probably your advantage)

Teeth

Skin

Tongue