The doctors told him, he'd be gone by now
His lungs full of blankets
Burnt, black, and brown
He buried his family in the back yard,
Flooded the basement, filled it up with tar
We borrowed their old clothes, and then we undressed
We stole a trampoline, and made it our mattress
And slept with all the house lights on
Waiting for them to come home
And slept with all the house lights off
Waiting for them to come home
We said it's so much easier to believe in nothing
It's so easy to wait impatiently to die
He pulled his pants around his ankles
And he showed me all the places he went purple
Because he held too hard, his own skin
Because no one else touch him,
And I mothered him, beastly
And we shared our severed head dreams
And I held him where the sickness was
And I nursed him through the night
And I nursed him through the night
And we stayed that way all night