Disconnected Catacombs
I had a hard time finding myself tonight
The sky is all bone chalky white
I had a hard time finding myself tonight
The sky is all bone chalky white
There's a cable that we left writhing on the floor
And I lost all my words when she kissed me at the door:
All that you can find of me is my shoe's tread dried up in the mud
From a bright white night that was just dripping in love
Afterwards I stood there on the shore just waiting to be saved
So you can dig me a grave
Tonight I had a hard time finding you
The sky is all heroin needle blue
And there's an endless loop of a memory splitting my mind
I don't know where my dreams ran off to
I won the auction at the debutante ball
She looks so fine in her spider-web shawl
And then she laid down on her back and we got ready to pray
So please just dig me a grave
Am I lost in a window?
Am I lost in a screen?
Dig me a grave:
Take all the things I can't handle about me
My gender and my skin and my sexuality
Cover it up with dirt until it's out of sight
The sky is all bone chalky white.
Dig me a grave.