I'm reading over your shoulder, It says it in every line, in every curve and crack. It says it in every detail of your face, Unmistakably apparent in this dull light. Tracing a separate letter, forming a separate word. Twisting together to build the same beautiful sentence, The same painful realization. The cracks in your lips Open with the book and The smile shows the lines in your face. Perfectly crooked, and Perfectly familiar.
And for the moment, uncovered like a statue-- Lay perfectly still. to show the cracks in your lips. Give purpose to this pattern, and start to smile. Burst into flames, disappear Before your best intentions can no longer hide her ears From that which will make them bleed. Before your own two hands become too weak to hold the blood inside the wounds. Before reality explodes before you in a brilliant flash of spectral fires, Into a thousand fragments of a past, long dead and gone.
(This is remembering the last time we spoke, The last time we touched, Words ricocheting off of empty tables. Vandalizing the pictures on these smoke-stained walls And I can hear your mouth as it opens from across the room. Your tongue and lips forming the shape of your laughter, It's the curve of your stomach, it's the bend in your legs. It's the remnants of pages framed in the cracks of your bleeding lips, It's the curve of your stomach, it's the bend in your legs. Your crooked teeth.)
I'm reading over your shoulder, It says it in every line, in every curve and crack-- The same stupid message in every stupid bend and in every stupid stitch, In every inch of our peeling skin. It's tracing letters in the same sentence, (Its screaming the same stupid thing, Like the howling of a plane playing over and over and over and over and over...)