If I laugh, then I'm really just saying I care
when these demons awake, sticking glass to your hair.
It's a place in black woods where the angels won't go.
I'd invite them again, but they always say no.
If the table's too cold and the patients are gone,
will you dance with their feet on the church's front lawn?
Words, so cold, slice your tongue, maybe darken my lungs
until laughter subsides and the nooses are hung.
If I wait in the morgue; fall asleep on the floor,
will I wake up tomorrow still asking for more?
When the songs you adore start refusing to play,
Resurrection will come, but it won't go away.
If my bulletproof vest doesn't block out the sound
of your gun on my chest, could we live underground?
I forgot to forgive, so I'm laughing alone.
All the corpses are loose and the numbers have grown.
If there's no aftermath here 'cause days are the same,
you can wear different clothes, even alter your name,
but reflections don't lie to your black and blue eyes.
You are still the one part of myself I despise.