I jammed the space in my corona and poured the desert in my dove
We let our scars battle and breathe with their unprofessèd love

And I stumbled through the waltzing stars in your crayola eyes
As the light flickered and blind-we closed our waiting rings in line

My eyes carved words of fear deep into your winged back
And we'd hunt the empty space only to fill it with splintering cracks

How many times, love, were we fooled by dividing that same zero?
I asked and you broke to feed the void that would only growl and grow

And now I burn in the dust cloud's salty silhouette
I carry you in my hip flask and do the dance of the dead