Love is the first feeling
before everything gets in the way.
When you can say my name
in a way I know is safe.

But I've got a little creature
locked inside this cage.
And you cannot be its keeper
or unlocker every day.

Some of us love by killing,
by cutting enough to stain,
Enough so you're at my window
and I'm too tired to open it again.

So tell me how many petals
I can pick for good.
First you love me not
and now you love me like you would.

Now you love me friendly
and now you cannot stay.
How many get picked
and learn to die this way?

And when we meet you practice
these patterns on my skin,
And I hear my own voice
bleating from the outside in.

And if it would save us
I would lay me down to love.
I'd turn off every light
and resolve to take you up.

But taking you up is a habit
and habit is a flood.
I liked you way too much
before I knew you well enough.

So tell me how many petals
I can pick for good.
First you love me not
and now you love me like you would.

Now you love me friendly
and now you cannot stay.
How many get picked
and learn to die this way?

So leave your eyes behind,
cuz hunger is not wrong.
And we never touched entirely
cuz our reasons are too long.

You hold fear light a red light,
you see it blaze and you turn.
But we'll never not be scared,
never be far from burned.

The trick is just to be scared,
side by side and then.
I might watch that window
and open it again.

And I know you've never tasted
such a melting snowy girl
And I can't taste nothing
but my snowed-in world.

I wait for you like a target,
I burst in your sleep and lean hard.
I'll awaken you for answers
and I'll wait in the brittle dark.

Every answer is passed through fire,
every reason is an urn.
For bearing ashes or bearing water
or bearing things we should have learned.

So tell me how many petals
I can pick for good.
First you love me not
and now you love me like you would.

Now you love me friendly
and now you cannot stay.
How many get picked
and learn to die this way?