How many times can we kill ourselves
How many times can this grave be dug
And buried and dug and buried
And how many times can this wound
Bleed open and rip open and crustily healing
Rip apart once more rubbing salt into your heart
Shatter glass into your eyes and mind
Cut yourself to a point of no recovery
And then wish and hope that it will heal
And spend forever pining for when
It didn’t hurt
It didn’t have to but now it does
And now it will never cease
We’re cruel, we are we secretly love this
Game of pushing each other off the edge
And when we are through, when we are
We think we’ll be happy just before I push
Your fingers off the edge I’ll rescue you and
We’ll do this dance of death several times until
We’re too exhausted to pretend we love
We hate we need we live we expect we consider
We breathe we are sustained we perish we revive
Each other