The house is on fire
Your head is the fire
We just burn, and laugh

I touch the quiver of your eyelashes
You touch the cracking bow
That is my mouth

And fate had nothing to do with this
-We make our own
-We run this town

Until we don’t
-We couldn't find a river we could breathe in
This is the next best thing

And no one comes back from this
No one survives your caress
No one looks in a mirror and
Manages to stop crying again

This is the pane of glass, cracking
This is the floorboard, cracking
These are my teeth, cracking
This is my soul, quaking against yours

You remind me that I am a ghost
But you’re the one that haunts me
But this is still a home, burnt out and lacking you, and
Everything but dreams

Where my skin is a carpet
Or a blanket, you wrap around your neck
And every cell screams
And every vein bleeds
And no lungs breathe
And the heart becomes a number
Written on a forearm

And now there are only strangers
People who are each other, and who can still use their tongues
They trample the glass of the coffee table beneath their shoes
They look in the broken mirror but don’t see me
But they whisper your name
It’s become a curse, now
Just like you always wanted