That night we got kicked out of two bars
I would offer you my pulse
Compared to the light which seeps from me while you're sleeping
I would give you my breath
Is nothing compared to the dawn which is nothing
Keep holding
I would give you my breath
I would offer you my pulse
I would offer you my pulse
Beautiful and grotesque and all the rest of that bug stuff
I would give you my breath
Behind my teeth, reaching for my scars
I would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breath
I would give you my breath except
Unable to save ourselves
I would give you my breath
And laughed our way home
And then they can build building on our only bones
I would give you my breath
I would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breath
I told you
I thought I would offer you my pulse
I held you there thinking I would offer you my pulse
I would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breath
I would give you my breath
Which seemed so bright when you turned it on
I would offer you my pulse
Let's just stay here
That night we got kicked out of two bars
Keep holding
Cocooned in my room
I would give you my breath
I would offer you my pulse
I would offer you my pulse
And laughed our way home
I would give you my breath
Beautiful and grotesque resting
I would give you my breath
From the quaint tragedies we invent and undo
I would offer you my pulse
From the stupid circumstances we slalomed through
The problem with death is
If I thought it would be useful
I would give you my breath
I realized that night that the, the hall light
I would offer you my pulse
I would offer you my pulse
We have some hundred years
I would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breath
We lie in our beds and our graves
A hundred years and then your grave is not your own
That night you leaned over and threw up into your hair
And I found myself spellbound at the sight of you
Bluffing your way into my mouth
