I'm reading over your shoulder
It says it in every line, in every curve and crack
It says it in every detail of your face
Unmistakably apparent in this dull light
Tracing a separate letter, forming a separate word
Twisting together to build the same beautiful sentence
The same painful realization
(the cracks in your lips
Open with the books, and
The smile shows the lines in your face
Perfectly crooked, and
Perfectly familiar) x2
And for the moment, uncovered like a statue
Lay perfectly still. to show the cracks in your lips
Give purpose to this pattern, and start to smile
Burst into flames, disappear
Before your best intentions can no longer hide her ears
From that which will make them bleed
Before your own two hands become too weak to hold the blood inside her wounds
Before reality explodes before you in a brilliant flash of spectral fires
Into a thousand fragments of a past, long dead and gone
This is remembering the last time we touched
The last time we spoke
Words ricocheting off empty tables
Vandalizing the pictures on these smoke-stained walls
And I can feel your mouth as it opens from across the room
Your tongue and lips forming the shape of your laughter
Its the curve of your stomach, its the bend in your legs
Its the remnants of the pages framed in the cracks of your bleeding lips
Its the curve of your stomach, its the bend in your legs
Your crooked teeth
([?] your crooked teeth, your crooked teeth) x3
I'm reading over your shoulder
It says it in every line, in every curve and crack
The same stupid message in every stupid bend and in every stupid stitch
In every inch of our peeling skin
Its tracing letters in the same sentence
Its screaming the same stupid thing
Like the howling of a plane playing over (and over..) x9