Corpses

We stand hand in hand like corpses
Our friends are corpses too
And the man who took the photograph
Likes to look at you

We stand hand in hand like corpses
Our friends are corpses too
And the man who gave the epitaph
Said I wouldn’t do

Darling, I have tried to fix you
I can’t count the times
That I have kissed you
I never thought that when you build our home
You’d make it out of blood and bones

Darling, one of us should go
My eyes were the first to disappear
Then went my nose, then went my ears with
No eyes and no nose
This death that I chose
No eyes and no nose
This death that I chose

You’re dead
I’m dead
You said
I blacked
You tried

Darling, I have tried to fix you
I can’t count the times
That I have kissed you
I never thought that when you build our home
You’d make it out of blood and bones

Darling, one of us should go
It’s contagious, my fear and your pain
We look like corpses and our friends look the same
And we all stood together for worse or for better
We all stood together for a photograph
Yes, we all stood together for worse or for better
We all stood together for a photograph

You’re dead
I’m dead
You said
I blacked
You tried

Darling, I have tried to fix you
I can’t count the times
That I have kissed you
I never thought that when you build our home
You’d make it out of blood and bones

Darling, one of us should go
Darling, one of us should go
Darling, one of us should go
Darling, one of us should go