two lives

I've been digging deep holes in my memory

Dragging bodies through the mud of my history

I buried faith in the ditch where the maggots feed

I tied it's hands when it begged me to set it free

I held you so close that bones in my hands would break

And I would lay awake and thank you for the way that they ache

When I went digging up holes in my memory

I left a couple empty just for you and me

I think I used to know the difference from between and before

But now I look into the mirror and I don't think that I'm sure

I want a place where we can both die