Bleach from Pioneer Cemetery by Longbird

Your eyes are on backwards as your painting the sky with me
I'm staring at your half I'm certain to see what you see
My darling you really are lost
But darling I will not give up
Our shadows are sleeping but our bodies insist that we drink
You're tired and trembling I empty my heart so you'll blink
My darling well what'll I do
Cause darling I'm only so new
Tying all my thoughts I'm tying all my dreams to your ankles
I'm wrapping all my love through all your broken limbs but it's tangled
You're tearing the tapestry you're tearing out all of my thread
I'll show you the pattern I'll show you I've done what it said
Here darling I'll mend your fall
While darling you rip a new hole
Your eyes are still backwards and your paints have all start to run white
Your conscience is leaking it's pouring out all your insides
Taking out the trash I'm cleaning up all of your spills
I'm running out of bleach and with what I have left oh I'd kill
My darling we really have lost
So darling let's put down the brush

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