outside the door, the others wait
they keep on saying sorry
the roots are spreading, thick and strong
I should have told you sooner

there's lipstick on the greeting cards
dust consumes the flowers
I sign the papers, give them back
no small print could have saved us

I bite your neck and kiss your wounds
your breath perfumes my pillow
inside the void no pain exists
just everlasting silence

around our bed the fire spreads
your smile tells me you're ready
forever trapped inside ourselves
there is no hidden exit