They met when he was in a hospital,
he whispered "I ain't got no heart" into
the room.

She said "I'll make you smile again" and made an airplane
out of
some pretty words put in a spoon.

He said "I'll never see again…
my eyes
are sorta twisted inwards, deep into my throat".

She said "don't worry babe
I'll open up your jam,
I'll open up my pretty self" and laid down on his
road.

She said "how do you know? Maybe you are".

She peeled his skin
away, so every day he'd cry
And in those tears he'd lie to find some
peace.

She broke from all his words, but she was made of mercury, [bad word] together later piece by piece.

And it became a game they played, under
the blankets,
In the bed, pretending she was small and he was big.

She
became so small, he could lift her, body and heart and all,
He held her
naked, she was just his fig.