Vows slipped like the trail of a dress
And sunlight treated like an unwanted guest
There’s blood in my voice, your name pressed to my lips, you know it
You’re in my blood
Delicate as an open wound
We sip cold coffee sheets stripped to ribbons around the room
There’s blood in my voice, your name pressed to my lips, you know it
You’re in my blood
You’re on my lips I taste your name smell of the smoke to calm my blood
Scent of the rain and dieing flowers open window daylight hours you’re on
My lips I feel your hands swallow the smoke to calm my blood scent of the
Rain and dieing flowers open window daylight hours
You’re in my blood