This Is How We Lay

So this is how we lay now
Like dogs in heat
Bleeding between legs and mouths
No longer pushing at loose teeth

Flat on our stomachs
Pooled with heat
Swollen flesh and broken bones
Where our hands used to meet

Waiting in quiet
Shaved heads, soft fingernails
Tugging at the dead skin below us
As our faces go pale

So this is how we lay now
So this is how we lay now
So this is how we lay now
So this is how we lay now

Moving between whispers
Tiptoeing around the cold tile
Rolled eyes, no longer meeting in flame

A momentary disposition
Named the cat on our tongues
Losing time between train tracks and asphalt

An old, hot feeling of comfort
Scraped away by jagged fingers
I wish your mother had never seen my face

So this is how we lay now
So this is how we lay now
So this is how we lay now
So this is how we lay now

Swollen animals being picked apart by
Patient vultures and greedy flies
Waiting for something to start again
Waiting for something to start, I guess
Waiting for something to start again
Waiting for something to start, I guess
Waiting for something to start again
Waiting for something to start, I guess

So this is how we lay now
So this is how we lay now
So this is how we lay now
So this is how we lay now
So this is how we lay now
So this is how we lay now