Beloved, We Have Expired

my arms are full of humanity

i stole it from you when you were smoking

and i know you won't miss it

not even a bit

accidents happen

but you never did

i'm the forgotten change in your pocket

of the old winter coat

the newspaper's stacking, neat fold

oh, to be held again

to be spent or read

put aside again

that would be the greatest thing

but your fire's burning out

i think you know by now

that i'm getting sick and tired

of waiting

so we'll sit side by side and we'll stare

hating that we share the same air

there's no room for speaking

and nothing will ever be said

we're the babies in cradles at night

sleeping peacefully but only out of fright

that if we wake up

the monsters will come track us down

we want to be held again

to be close or dead

sung to sleep again

that would be the greatest thing

but our fire's burning out

i think we know by now

that we're both sick and tired of waiting

the floors i sleep on at night

they speak to me

their strange voices tell me

all things true

you say when something's dead, it's dead

theres just no reviving it

just bury it

and move on, move on

oh, to be held again

to be held again

to be held again

oh, oh