i would never leave you
till death do his part
and clutch me from your dying hands
prying me out of your will
i want to be your everything
till death do his part
to live in the space between your ears
and the vacuum inside your heart
when the smoke clears your lungs
i will fit it back in
till you choke on me
yet hesitate to spit me out
i would be lying if i said i loved you
i would be lying if i said you did too
yet in this space of uncertainty
the slipped constrictor between us tightens
till death do us part
we shall do each other's part to him
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 7:59 AM UTC
i would never leave you
till death do his part
and clutch me from your dying hands
prying me out of your will
i want to be your everything
till death do his part
to live in the space between your ears
and the vacuum inside your heart
when the smoke clears your lungs
i will fit it back in
till you choke on me
yet hesitate to spit me out
i would be lying if i said i loved you
i would be lying if i said you did too
yet in this space of uncertainty
the slipped constrictor between us tightens
till death do us part
we shall do each other's part to him