It starts with you on a mattress in your parents' old room
Clipping your toenails into the room like the room will fade
and you will move onto other rooms
and you will go to other places
Then the wedding, then the woman pa**ed out
In the driver's seat at the order board at White Castle
We woke her up and she went 'round to the pick up window
Like she knew exactly where she was
Then I wept with my face in your night shirt,
trying hard as hell to say "until d**h separates us"
loosening the skin on your breastbone
I painted your nails
And you sleep while I write all this down
There was a moth caught in the soapdish laminated in lye
Will you still remember me well
If I don't get two-oh-oh-five
My dead line Gemini
When we're on different sides of the globe
I thought we'd keep our veins tangled like a pair of mic cables
And if there ain't enough slack to reach
That we'd solder them together and 'cross oceans they'd stretch
Our faces reflected in separate windshields
And all our body hair pricked up an elephant eyelash
Should we be tempted by thief or by saint
It seems I leave and you stay to crawl the cage and curse
But don't regret the done dirt, there is no life plan set
You just swallow the cold and follow your breath until d**h
Now even if the will to sleep persists
I can't 'cause a harsh cloth, it grazes my blisters
There was a moth caught in the soapdish laminated in lye
Will you still remember me well
If I don't get two-oh-oh-five
My dead line Gemini
There was a moth caught in the soapdish laminated in lye
Will you still remember me well
If I don't get two-oh-oh-five
My dead line Gemini
Today I fell asleep in a bath of hair
Hair that once sprouted from my own white wet chalk follicles
I swallow a coal and follow my breath
And I did it with the grapefruit soap thinking of you
Bathed, shaved, and oiled
Your legs are two skinny dolphins swimming
Between the mattress and the layers of bedding
Turning in your drug dry sleep
When I ask you to kiss my pulse
You offer to start the shower
I want a verb and you give me a noun
What do you dream up while I tongue you down?
There was a moth caught in the soapdish laminated in lye
Will you still remember me well
If I don't get two-oh-oh-five
My dead line Gemini
There was a moth caught in the soapdish laminated in lye
Will you still remember me well
If I don't get two-oh-oh-five
My dead line Gemini