I could only kiss you at the window
If I was born yesterday.
And the starlight of your echo
Has so many things to say
In a foreign tongue I do not know.
There’s a funerary farewell
In the moment of our bliss.
And I’m standing in the stairwell
Living in the emptiness.
Wondering how it came to this.
I slept for the first time in years,
And it’s freezing me to my tears,
Etching a nightmare inside my skull,
In my veins and in my soul,
I’m poisoned by what frees me
And I just want you to seize me
Cover me like you’ve never done.
But you only turn and run,
While I wait by the phone
In the greatest pain I’ve ever known
While I don’t feel a thing at all
Just hoping you will call…
I’m tired of my hands reaching nothing
When I need to feel you—imagining…
I’ve been sleeping on your side of the bed,
Ever since I was pronounced dead.
And if don’t kiss your memory
There will be nothing left of me
But the ghosts I am hiding from
Are the thing we have become—
And the bells of the ghosts all chime.
Just kiss me for the last first time…
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