pretty girl, oh pretty girl
you are softer than the sheets you lay upon
handsome boy, handsome boy
you are stronger than any man that's come before you
and these are the words
they have chosen to mark you
pretty boy, pretty boy
you are plumes of white smoke hanging in the sky
handsome girl, handsome girl
you are wide and built like bridges held on water
and these are the words
they have chosen to mark you
these are the words
they have chosen to choose you
pretty girl, oh pretty boy
your tendons pull your weight like carpet rides
handsome boy, handsome girl
we are both from the same place deep inside of her
and covered in skin
we are we are the same things and
we touch in the dark rooms
and I wont tell you what I'm hiding up my sleeve
under my clothes, under my clothes
i am organs red and thin as paper dolls
under my skin, under my skin
i am cul-de-sacs of mazes made to lose you in them
and these are the words
they have chosen to mark you
these are the words
and i have chosen to choose you