On The Brightside, She Could Choke

You left him sweating summer nights
Face down: foreplay in the streets
A salt to garnish his wounds
And you just danced your way home
To paint your walls with his insides
(You just smiled at your mirror and made love to your reflection
as your room became streaked with rust)
And hang his life above your bed
You just love the way he would do anything for you
Watch you peel back his skin
Now he smiles holding back tears
(nothing is perfect and you will get yours)
As he’s dying in his dreams
I hope you’re choking in your sleep
Just try and breath and justice puch the pillow down
You just danced your way home