If you follow the jaw line down over the heart,
The curves of your bone and muscle
That make up your head to toe
It's just skin and thread,
Stitches and ligaments,
Words that we spoke only to regret.
I know they're going to laugh at us
When they see us out together
\"Holding hands\" like this
They wouldn't understand it
If we told them all the reasons,
Not that I think this deserves
Any kind of explanation.
We can make it up so we've got a smile
Painted on all the time,
No matter what it's like on the inside
We'll keep this, keep us like a secret,
Because if my family and friends ever found out
About the things we could never be,
Haunts we'll all keep, so fucking bittersweet.