Wash your face to the mirror in an open robe
While I watch you from the bed
We made a pool of sweat again this afternoon
A bedroom, two months into a day
It's a shame when the parts fit
It's a shame when the parts fit
But the machine won't work
All dressed up in the dream
But without the wings heating up
To fusion instead of a union
Even love can't make two one, it's breaking me
All I could have done, all I did not do
My exoskeleton heart you reach to
Through my ribs with your chipping fingers
And revealing fingernails
Breathe into me
Breathe into me
You're the pale-skin gift
That no God ever promised me
Thank you for my life

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