There are cityscapes tucked into the crook of your neck
And my lips have been lost for as long as I can remember.
You told me that underneath the steel work
There are catacombs of all the people that have ever tried to love you,
But darling I am not afraid of death.
I heard a story once that the grim reaper
Was just a man who could not die
So to cope,
He shed his skin
And his flesh,
Began taking the souls of everybody else.
I found that I’m the same way;
A man who cannot be loved
So I’ve become toxic in the arms of others.
According to the mathematics
Two negatives together should bring a positive outcome,
But according to science
We can never atomically touch.
According to faith
I am still a believer.
According to my heart
It’s such a shame because
I never wanted to be a traveler
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
There are cityscapes tucked into the crook of your neck
And my lips have been lost for as long as I can remember.
You told me that underneath the steel work
There are catacombs of all the people that have ever tried to love you,
But darling I am not afraid of death.
I heard a story once that the grim reaper
Was just a man who could not die
So to cope,
He shed his skin
And his flesh,
Began taking the souls of everybody else.
I found that I’m the same way;
A man who cannot be loved
So I’ve become toxic in the arms of others.
According to the mathematics
Two negatives together should bring a positive outcome,
But according to science
We can never atomically touch.
According to faith
I am still a believer.
According to my heart
It’s such a shame because
I never wanted to be a traveler
