Andrea Gibson - How It Ends lyrics

It has been … years … months And … days Since the first time I saw you naked Since the night you ripped off your shirt Stuck your b**bs in my face and said Touch them I touched them like a diabetic third grader opening a Snickers bar You said Hard I thought, yes I am But you are so soft, I said, Your lips, they're like whale blubber That wasn't my best line But it worked Tonight in the grocery store, I found one of your hairs in my underwear I pulled it out in the frozen food section and screamed THAT is so gorgeous, it could k** a man Good thing I'm a leprechaun Lucky Lucky Baby, I have no idea how this will end Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the earth's hips And our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary Or maybe tomorrow, my absolute insanity Combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication sk**s Will leave us Like a love letter In a landfill But whatever Whenever However this ends, I want you to know, that right now, I love you forever I love you for the hardest mile we walked together For the night I collected every sharp knife in the house And threw them one by one on the roof Then told the sun, Listen show off, From now on, you are only to give me blades of gra**; Things that are growing and soft ‘Cause there's this girl who says she wants to float on her back Through my bloodstream And when she does, I want my rivers to reach the sea D'you hear me, lover? Do you know, the night you told me you had a crush on my ears, I swore to never to become Van Gogh And look, baby, They are both still there Just like my firefly heart is still right there in your gla** jar I never trusted anybody more to poke enough holes in the lid So on the nights you sleep like a ballerina, I try to snore like a piccolo And I press my lips to your holy temples And I say, I crash in to things in the dark Even when the lights are on And I am wrong more often than I am writing And even then, I am often wrong But when my friends are in the bathroom at the bar Rolling dollar bills in to telescopes, Claiming they can see God, I will come to you Holding my grandmother's Bible, I will press it to your chest And I will bless it with your breath And when you ask if I wanna roleplay Altar boys f**ing in the kitchen during Sunday Ma** I will say, Hell yes But only if you leave a hickey on my a** In the shape of Jesus' palm So I can be sure I got nailed Down Lover, You will never lose me to the wind You are the lightning that made me fill my chest with candles You are the thunder clapping for the poem that nobody else wants to hear You are an icicle's tear watering a tulip on the first day of spring You melt me alive You kiss me as deep as my roots will reach And I want nothing more than to be an eyelash fallen on your cheek Then being collected by your fingers And held like a wish I promise That whatever I do I will always try my best To come true