Me and my best friend sleep without any clothes
With books on the bedspread in languages no one knows
All the windows are open
All of the low lights glow
And we flood all the rooms of our homes until we float
And wash out to the street down below
And when I die, I'll sleep in the sides of clouds
Over the mountains
I'll hover above your house
You'll hear me haunting
You'll hear my cries and howls
Ringing between rows of the teeth in your mouth
It feels like the end of the world inside you
When this sweetness infinitely holds us
And I fall into you
The hex on my heart made it harder and harder
To finally find you
You and your sister
Alone in the upstairs room
Speaking in whispers at three in the afternoon
Were you surprised when you started to see
Right through her skin and the things she said to you?
You know the whole family eventually all went blind
Or their vision got blurry
Simply a bad blood line
I won't be angry when I lose my eyes
My hands will have mapped out the world by that time
And my sight,
It might forget what to do
When the things that I've seen and I've been
When they come back for me
The whole world will sing through the tips of my fingers
And I'll feel everything
Like I was listening to the rain
When I lose my eyes there will be something more
Something my vision was far too afraid of
When I lose my voice there will be songs beyond the bubbling
And braying my singing was made of before
When I lose my hands there will be brand new words
And fingertips floating on top of the ocean for you
When our lungs shut down we will rejoice and shout
Building butterflies out of our breathing, believing end.
