Butcher Boy Carve A Pattern
You carve a perfect rose on the door, with hands so
soft, with lips so warm. The petals cover me so
beautifully, and the flower will fall upon the birdie
sheet and growl "say, are we close? How close are we
now?" But first we double up with a coffee cup, and the
sheets will buckle.
You carve a perfect bird on the wall, with hands so
soft, with lips so warm. The bird will sing for me so
beautifully, and the notes will fall upon the bed we
make so you growl "say, are we close? How close are we
now?" And then you comfort me so beautifully, but the
knife will buckle.
You shouldn't be kissing with your eyes closed. You
shouldn't be standing where the light shows. I try to
tell you, but the words are lost in a morning crush.
You carve a perfect rose on the door and I don't care
how lucky we are, 'cos you still come to me so
beautifully.
I lock the heart with a birthday card and then swallow
the key. Pretend to drown and I'll pretend and I'll
pretend to grieve. With blood and tissue I will miss
you, but don't follow me in! Pretend to drown and I'll
pretend to swim.
I carve the patterns with my hands, but you don't see
them. It's hard to laugh and it's hard to cry, but it's
harder still to die. To swallow the surf and the tide.
To face a lonelier mile.
I lock the heart with a birthday card and then swallow
the key. Pretend to drown and I'll pretend and I'll
pretend to grieve. With blood and tissue I will miss
you, but don't follow me in! Pretend to drown and I'll
pretend to swim.
