Can you bring yourself to remember? I'm losing hold and beginning to forget the moisture between our lips, my head underwater. You say it's not as serious as I think. Left to my own devices, I will slowly fall apart at the sound of your voice, at the sound of your name.

Dead Girls and Insects:

We danced like insects. My hand was pressed against your back. Your legs gave and you fell to the floor. I sat you up and bound your arms, bound your legs. All my lovers are dead, their taste is on my lips and fingers. Their voices crawl from my stomach.

Regret:

She said "I'll miss you when you're scattered through the air and through the sea." And I whispered words of resignation. Leave me in a nervous breath of sympathy and regret. Leave me to my dwindled expectations. I've fallen short of so many things. I've made mistakes and slept through so many days. Leave me in a nervous breath, wrapped in cold and anxiety. Leave me in a nervous breath of sympathy and regret.

I found you dangling:

As I walked through walls, I found you dangling from the ceiling. I had to stand on a chair to look you in the eye. Your face like porcelain. Follow me with your dead eyes as I walk through walls.

I'm buried next to you:

It was out of my control. The temperature rose, but I continued walking, always downward. There were voices echoing. The moon is always waning, never absent. I see two figures writing on a bed, brother and sister. I tried to escape and find a voice I recognized. You're whisper woke me up. I'm buried next to you. There are countless more above us.