Tomorrow morning, when we squint
Through coffee, sex and supplements
Your perfect legs across the bedframe:
Others can be so exhausting

Tomorrow dear, I might resist
So pull me close with tiny fists
Let’s slow dance to your humming fridge
One pop song without reference

Even as I watch you flicker,
Sweet mirage of my desire
Even now I barely
See my feet between the spiders
Oh oh oh - we just wanna know hurt that isn’t ours
Hey hey hey - we just wanna be limbless like the flowers

Tomorrow morning, we can run
Along the panes of cracking ice
If we’re spotted from above
We’ll vanish before cops show up
Tomorrow we’ll try not to wonder
What lies behind the curtain of want
It’s only dust, rising in the sun
Bare, blind and gaunt
Even as I watch you flicker,
Sweet mirage of my desire
I know no metaphor worth saving from the fire