home

I want to go home too, baby girl
you've seen it's reflection in my eyes?
I hope it wasn't just the reflection
of some passing cloud

it's like we're old before our time
and we're already
the dried up, blue corpses we want so much to be anyway
(we just haven't laid down yet)

but I will have you in my arms
at least once
I will touch your skin
at least once
I will be inside your tummy
at least once
but I can't promise anything beyond that
I just don't know if I can hold on to these
tiny and deteriorating threads
with all these demons pulling so hard at my feet

after all this
I sure as fuck hope we go home too
maybe we'll meet again somewhere
sometime

if I go you go?
maybe we'll still have the fairy tale
that no one else wants to read
just dried up, blue corpses
finally laying down
together
giving up
and going home