There is this place I like to go
Where I hide inside my own dark mind
And pretend that I am Holding you
Instead of Hating you
And I would cry into your hair
And you would cry into my skin
And the acidic tears would burn my skin away
So that you could climb inside
I’d lean over your pale shoulder
Sing you sweet love songs
Sweet apocalyptic love songs
Because that is what we are,
We are love
We are the End of the World
And when our hearts finally stop beating
And your tears finally stop falling
And our bones would rest on each other’s
Like they’ve always done
And they will find us
The others will
They will find us and they will scream
Because they will never understand
Understand that
You were always the queen
And I was always the king
And nothing NOTHING
Nothing else ever meant anything
Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 5:32 PM UTC
There is this place I like to go
Where I hide inside my own dark mind
And pretend that I am Holding you
Instead of Hating you
And I would cry into your hair
And you would cry into my skin
And the acidic tears would burn my skin away
So that you could climb inside
I’d lean over your pale shoulder
Sing you sweet love songs
Sweet apocalyptic love songs
Because that is what we are,
We are love
We are the End of the World
And when our hearts finally stop beating
And your tears finally stop falling
And our bones would rest on each other’s
Like they’ve always done
And they will find us
The others will
They will find us and they will scream
Because they will never understand
Understand that
You were always the queen
And I was always the king
And nothing NOTHING
Nothing else ever meant anything