love has scent of decomposition of not our bodies.
I'm laying on the floor, drunk and high.
Blunt is swimming in raspberry tea
and everything has their own place
I pull thoughts out through my nose
I wrap them up around my fingers
they create a webbing on my hand,
thin almost transparent and non-caloric.
I lick them out
My body becomes weightless
and I'm nothing more than part of this night air.
Then the thought of you
is trying to get out through my chest
it tears my skin apart
leaving my body wide open
I swallow you
limb after limb
I put my guts back into place
I lick my blood out of the walls
and stitch myself up
My body has clinical overweight
and I'm nothing more than part of this agony
I'm laying in the living grave, sober and poorly
Blunt is swimming in raspberry tea
and nothing has their own place.
Loving you is exhausting.
