Deathbeds

I broke my fingers just to see which one would sting the most

And chose that one to trace our steps along the lonely weathered coast

Each sickening snap barraged my ears like livid crashing waves

I bit down through wincing pain on a bruised tongue to write your name

And we sang

"Oh, dear, oh, love, there's nothing left here in this town for us to chase

There's nothing left beneath our feet except the sands of our disgrace

We'll follow maps and endless paths that bear the shape of our bloodless veins

It's just too late for us, too fucking late for us"