After you bloom

Your shadow sleeps inside my lungs,

I breathe you in ‘til I come undone.

Every heartbeat’s colder, every night’s a knife,

You kiss me like a requiem, stealing half my life.

And I don’t care if it drags me down below,

You’re the silence in the coffin, the hymn I’ll never let go.

You’re ashes in bloom, buried in my chest,

A garden of ruin where I can’t rest.

I’ll take the fall, I’ll take the breath,

I’ll take what’s left of death —

Being yours feels just like

The end of flesh.

Your voice is a church with broken glass,

I bleed in the pews, but I still go back.

Love me like a vulture, love me like decay,

I rot a little faster every time you stay.

And I don’t care if it drags me down below,

You’re the silence in the coffin, the hymn I’ll never let go.

You’re ashes in bloom, buried in my chest,

A garden of ruin where I can’t rest.

I’ll take the fall, I’ll take the breath,

I’ll take what’s left of death —

Being yours feels just like

The end of flesh.

Carve me hollow, leave me cold,

Stitch your name into my bones.

Even heaven wouldn’t care,

When hell feels like you’re there.

Your hands are the rope, your lips are the grave,

I beg for the drowning, I don’t want saved.

Every whisper’s thunder, every touch’s a wound,

You bury me slowly, but I call it bloom.

And I don’t care if it drags me down below,

You’re the silence in the coffin, the hymn I’ll never let go.

You’re ashes in bloom, buried in my chest,

A garden of ruin where I can’t rest.

I’ll take the fall, I’ll take the breath,

I’ll take what’s left of death —

Being yours feels just like

The end of flesh.

[Bridge 2] (extended outro bridge)

Tie my wrists with funeral thread,

Crown my head with roses red.

Lay me down in velvet black,

Don’t you dare give me back.

Sip my blood, don’t waste a drop,

Kiss me hard until I stop.

Break my ribs and call it art,

Leave your ashes in my heart.

You’re ashes in bloom, buried in my chest,

A garden of ruin where I can’t rest.

I’ll take the fall, I’ll take the breath,

I’ll take what’s left of death —

Loving you feels just like

A funeral kiss.

Loving you feels just like…

The end of this.