you tell me you'll follow me to the afterlife
to wherever souls go when oxygen has ceased living in their lungs
and blood has fallen asleep inside their mangled bodies
but darling,
you'll be in the highest level of heaven
where the angels look up at you in envy
and my darling,
i'll be in the lowest level of hell
where the demons look down with pity
there will be universes and eons of space and time between us
an entire god blocking our hands from grasping each others shaking skin
you could try all you want to see me
but you're the giant's golden harp that sings him to sleep
and you're the giant's goose that lays the golden eggs
and there's no beanstalk to connect us
and i'm no jack, i have no cow to sell or magic beans to plant
i'm just a lonely and unhappy boy who is damned to suffer
and you're just a lovely girl who is blessed to smile
but knowing that you'd risk your pearly gates for me
is enough to make my cold and black heart flutter
with the possibility of a beat
