Self-reflection; your favourite hobby
It wasn't just Jesus who was sick of your body
It was the bees in the branches, the falling-down mansions
And every single member of your great expansion

In your mouth and in your nose
The smell of her neck and the sight of her clothes
Scattered round with yours, on the floor and the painted chair
The black and the white and the blue blue blue blue

Healing you with a healing touch
And the feeling of her teeth doesn't hurt too much
You're a carved up carcass to her scavenger bird
You're an open ear to her precious words

And if you wake in the morning with a shower on your back
And a hole in your head that you mistake for slack
That you're giving yourself, that you think you need better
Look closer at her, like the day you met her


So you won't need to be hanging around
After class, don't need to stay downtown
She is here and she's holding you
The sweetest terror enfolding you

I-I-I-I-I-I-
I'm looking at your face through several screens
And I feel that, and i know what you mean
When you said you were extreme in other ways
But i close my mouth, and we roll into day

Off the tall platform of my tall black bed
With the side of your face on the top of my head, and,
The weight of arbitrary pain unfolded,
Lies are free, and lies are golden, and

Everyone is happy for us
But not so happy as to cause a fuss
And not so happy as to say it's so
But happy enough to see us go

And i think i could love a face like yours
If you can love boredom and battered shores
That too many waves have broken on
And another’s looming, let's go, come on


You should try to get better sleeps
As the wooden woman forever weeps
She is here and she's holding you
The sweetest terror enfolding you

Should the beach become a pond
She'll just wave her magic wand
She'll be there, she'll be holding you
The sweetest terror enfolding you


If I get to see you again
Don't want to see another
I could simply listen to you
Like an older brother

Hearing you and caring that you
Do not get murdered
Screaming at the shadows, no-
No don't you-don't you- hurt her

Maybe if the sky ever breaks
And corpses get enlightened
Maybe I can lie here again
And not be-not be- frightened

As I hold my head in my hands
And moan my idiot moaning
You just put your hand on my back
And give me melatonin

I know that I said before
That I'd be happy just to
Ever have kissed your lips
But that was just a costume

I know that it might be alarming
I don't want to be an
Inconvenience or a dead weight
But these eyes are for seeing

How can I be looking at you
And hearing you talk
And think that I could walk away
That I could even walk

If I tried to get up and leave
My body wouldn't follow
Just a floating heart and a person
Clear and hollow

There I'd remain next to you
Skeleton in ecstasy
You in all your fullness persist
There lying next to me

Oh
Self-reflection,
Self-reflection,
Self-reflection, oh self-reflection,
It’s your favourite hobby,
Your favourite hobby