Excuses

You tried to taste me

And I taped my tongue to the southern tip of your body

Our bones are too heavy to come up

Squished into a single cell of wood



I made an excuse

You found another way to tell the truth

I put no one else above us

We'll still be best friends when all turns to dust



Dum-da-dum

Da-dum da-dum

Da da-dum

Da-dum da-dum

Da dum

Da da-dum



We are so smooth now

Our edges are beaten, drift wood whittled down

Old bodies slip when they make love

We'll mine our sparks to shoot us above