Pinch your cheeks so flush with light
leaves little dents so ill-defined
A finger bound in knots of twine
To ground the things that slip your mind
Pale your wrist stays, blue on white to
Match the shapes beneath your eyes you
Fake it through those trying times and
All that's left are laughter lines
Spends much time or do me right where once it's no longer bright enough
To catch your paper heart alight consumed in burning white I lost your
Letters in that fire and though the memories of that touch that cling
The weight of your self-interest passed between two bodies brush
Lest this messed your makeshift dress with the faintest smell of this
And just beneath the perfume on your neck is the faintest smell of death
You take your faith and circular reminders that say someday you'll rest
Elaborate fantasies of bloody knees and empty providence
You owe your life to promises forgotten, makes the things you never kissed
In retrospect it all seemed so so selfish, well fuck this, fuck this, fuck this
Pale your wrists stay, blue on white
And pinch your cheeks 'neath sunken eyes
Leaves little dents so ill-defined
A finger seen as blue design
A finger bound in knots of twine
to ground the things that slip your mind