if kisses are the cure, you're holding out

Hands pressed together  
heads pressed together  
lips inches apart  
 
Can I headbutt you  
with the rage in your veins?  
cause my kisses fall empty  
against your sculpted face  
and I want to smash your anger  
into the astral plane  
where it belongs  
 
Hands pressed together  
heads pressed together  
lips inches apart  
 
Can you punch a hole  
through my chest?  
take my emptiness  
and crush it to dust  
in the bruising tenderness  
of your calloused hands  
 
Hands pressed together  
heads pressed together  
lips inches apart  
 
Where is the love tonight?  
because I can't find it  
in the way your shoulders  
turn to stone  
or the way your eyes harden  
into an impenetrable malachite stare  
my ash blue eyes  
can't read and can't reach  
 
Hands pressed together  
heads pressed together  
lips inches apart  
 
We're fucking dying  
and I just want you to kiss  
the ache from my bones  
but you tell me these kisses  
are nothing more than children's stories  
a cure for a scaped knee  
an antidote to the bogey man  
a lie for those too young  
to know better  
 
Hands pressed together  
heads pressed together  
lips inches apart  
 
I wished you'd kiss me  
with all the lies I need tonight