I'm floating in a cloud of smoke from your cigarette
I poured a glass of red from your lips when you bled
Cold but glistening and now my head is falling
Falling down to your legs and it feels like I never left
Happy in your bed where your blood still sits wet
Where your heart and my heart slept
Where we both float in your cigarette
Where we both float in your cigarette
I'm floating in a dream, you pinched me but I still sleep
I drank the glass of red when I bit into your head
Cold but glistening and now my head is falling
Falling down to your legs and it feels like I never left
Our love was meant to bend
And it'll always survive and mend
I mean it, you will see it
I mean it, you will see it
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