Stairwell Song

Couldn't shake the thought of other hands
Clutching at the freckles on your legs
Talking in your sleep when you first said you loved me
Crushed between your teeth the words not meant for me

I felt something grow sharp inside my belly
Entertaining ghosts between your bedsheets

I'd like to die a thousand times in your sweater
Already died a hundred times this winter

Just bury me
Bury me in clover
Bury me beneath the songs you sang to her

"Always" is a dirty word to say
"Always" is a dirty word to say