Stairwell Song

Couldn't shake the thought of other hands Clutching at the freckles on your legs Talking in your sleep when you first said you loved me Crushed between your teeth, the words not meant for me I felt something grow sharp inside my belly Entertaining ghosts between your bedsheets I'd like to die a thousand times in your sweater Already died a hundred times this winter Just bury me Bury me in clover Bury me beneath the songs you sang to her Always, is a dirty word to say Always, is a dirty word to say