this could be our love.
or bitter violent truth.
the tongue between the tooth
i am not what we need.

when the light goes red and green.
we slip into the sheets.
then depart secretly.
wiping the blood from our teeth.

in the future i can't make out
the dye that's dead in your hair
it's red dye, it's red
and you changed your name
what's your name. what's your name?

couldn't manage
my life any other way
to think this way
we'll be buried on the same day.