Pulse Lyrics

You crawled into my bed that night Like some sort of giant insect And I found myself spellbound at the sight of you Beautiful and grotesque and all the rest of that bug stuff
Bluffing your way into my mouth Behind my teeth, reaching for my scars That night we got kicked out of two bars And laughed our way home
That night you leaned over and threw up into your hair I held you there thinking I would offer you my pulse If I thought it would be useful I would give you my breath except
The problem with death is We have some hundred years And then they can build building on our only bones A hundred years and then your grave is not your own
We lie in our beds and our graves Unable to save ourselves From the quaint tragedies we invent and undo From the stupid circumstances we slalomed through
I realized that night that the, the hall light Which seemed so bright when you turned it on Is nothing compared to the dawn which is nothing Compared to the light which seeps from me while you're sleeping
Cocooned in my room Beautiful and grotesque resting That night we got kicked out of two bars And laughed our way home
I thought I would offer you my pulse I would give you my breath
I would offer you my pulse I would give you my breath I would offer you my pulse I would give you my breath
I would offer you my pulse I would give you my breath I would offer you my pulse I would give you my breath
I would offer you my pulse I would give you my breath I would offer you my pulse I would give you my breath
I would offer you my pulse I would give you my breath I would offer you my pulse I would give you my breath
I would offer you my pulse I would give you my breath I would offer you my pulse I would give you my breath
I would offer you my pulse I would give you my breath I would offer you my pulse I would give you my breath
I would offer you my pulse I would give you my breath
I told you Keep holding Keep holding Let's just stay here
That's beautiful