Outside Furniture
I think it’s pretty to see real furniture out on a lawn
Let’s set our bedroom up the way it is now, out on our lawn
We’ll melt ice cubes on our bodies if we’re laying out on the lawn
Because I like how light hits your face when we’re wasting time sitting out on the grass
And the blood doesn’t stain my reflection of you when I prick your lips
And the words on the pages are slowly coming alive
And we’re dancing among the furniture we set up outside
I think it’s lovely to see real furniture out in the yard
I forget that you’re dying, getting stoned at the table we moved to the yard
It makes me hate that I love you, sipping coffee in chairs we both brought out to the yard
But it’s easy now you’re stoking the fire, while I’m digging your grave
And you’ve told me not to worry, our things are made of oak, and you won’t be far away
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