You crawled into my bed that night
Like some sort of giant insect
And I found myself spellbound at the sight of you
Beautiful and grotesque and all the rest of that bug stuffBluffing your way into my mouth
Behind my teeth, reaching for my scars
That night we got kicked out of two bars
And laughed our way homeThat night you leaned over and threw up into your hair
I held you there thinking I would offer you my pulse
If I thought it would be useful
I would give you my breath exceptThe problem with death is
We have some hundred years
And then they can build building on our only bones
A hundred years and then your grave is not your own
We lie in our beds and our graves
Unable to save ourselves
From the quaint tragedies we invent and undo
From the stupid circumstances we slalomed throughI realized that night that the, the hall light
Which seemed so bright when you turned it on
Is nothing compared to the dawn which is nothing
Compared to the light which seeps from me while you're sleepingCocooned in my room
Beautiful and grotesque resting
That night we got kicked out of two bars
And laughed our way homeI thought I would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breathI would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breath
I would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breath
I would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breath
I would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breathI would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breath
I would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breathI would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breath
I would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breathI would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breath
I would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breathI would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breath
I would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breathI would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breathI told you
Keep holding
Keep holding
Let's just stay hereThat's beautiful
