Dead flowers adorn the grave that we built
On which we wrote our names in breath
Fingernails are honed on teeth and gilt
Just pull the thread, pull the needle of what's left
Every star in the sky's a ghost looking down at us
Every bone's a prize the books have ground to dust
I was a corpse buried under the snow
Neon sign in my heart to cover the hole
Close the book and seal the jar
The wall crumbles, things went too far
Torn sheets that soak up reveries
This ghost's still living in your disease
We were moths, playing suns
Limestone words betray weak lungs
And it's too cold for flies in this place
Our cups are broken, stained, and old
Crosshatch wallpaper, it peels and it fades
Revealing the rot and the mold
Every star in the sky's a ghost looking down at us
Every bone's a prize the books have ground to dust
I was a corpse buried under the snow
Neon sign in my heart to cover the hole
Close the book and seal the jar
The wall crumbles, things went too far
Torn sheets that soak up reveries
This ghost's still living in your disease
We were moths, playing suns
Limestone words betray weak lungs