i stand at guard
with fists twined in the demons you left
to be in heaven, to be in arms
i dance in the mist of your streets
stepping on stones where you lie
we hurt the name to hear our voices
the disdain in pain in terror i call you
your voice echoes in horror
i dance with ghosts to dance with you
bleed black to feel you again
grinds of your coffee beans
saws of limbs gone
i hurt you in night
your naked body dreams in me
we wade in the rapids i called ever
you dance with me, but i danced with the devil
singing in champagne glasses
crazy never called, knives never lied
your eyes were always
the finest little white lies
hands marked
scars of my body i recognized
i danced in your little white lies