Faultline

Everyday it's Friday night

I hold my body like a butcher knife

Smiling for the camera eyes closed

Doing anything you ask I suppose

You tell me you would die to breathe me in

I know there's no excuse for oxygen

So I will make your bed my graveyard

Let the world run through my soft parts

And I live at this faultline

Between the edge of solitude and hope

I'm shaking in a sentimental trope

And all the stars apologize for night

I don't blame them I've wanted to sometimes

I don't know what to tell you where I've been

My body's just a landscape for your sin

And all the days regrets the city lights

I know its just the fault of the faultline

Every week keeps slipping by

In this imitation paradise

The angels make me sorry when I err

From the way they want me everywhere

Can't you see I'm sinking further in

Wish you could reimburse my oxygen

I gave you everything and then some more

Left you with nothing to be looking for

Will I die at this Faultline?

Between the edge of entropy and woe

I wanted everything so much it grows

Until I can't manage this appetite

I loved you so traumatically that I

Can barely lift the world you left for me

There's lots of ghosts I somehow still can see

Holding onto me for our dear life

All these bodies always touching mine