4 acessos
Pretty girl pretty girl
You are softer than the sheets you lay upon
Handsome boy handsome boy
You are stronger than any man that’s come before you
These are the words
They have chosen to mark you
Pretty boy oh pretty boy
You are plumes of white smoke hanging in the sky
Handsome girl oh handsome girl
You are wide and built like bridges held on water
These are the words
They have chosen to mark you
These are the words
They have chosen to choose you
Pretty girl, pretty boy
Your tendons pull your weight like carpet rides
Handsome boy, handsome girl
We are both from the same place deep inside of her
Covered in skin
We are, we are the same things
We touch in dark rooms, but I won’t tell you
What I am hiding up my sleeve
Under my clothes, under my clothes
I am organs red and thin as paper dolls
Under my skin, under my skin
I am cul-de-sacs of mazes made to lose you in them
These are the words
I have chosen to mark you
These are the words
And I have chosen to choose you