These virgin words
And to cry and vomit your love
Your love your love your love
There's nothing I can say to you to change it

There's a brick in my head
And there's mortar in my veins
And I want to put a brick in your head
So we match
Darling, don't you want to match?

Let's fill your veins with air
And fill your throat with cold bile
And take your wrists and paint them with ice
And maybe you can feel the same as me

Let's match, darling, let's match
Take a brick to the head
And a haemorrhage to the heart
And let's put kyanite where our eyes should be

And I can cry and vomit
And you can love me still
Darling, darling, darling
You can love me still