Wash your face to the mirror in an open robe While I watch you from the bed We made a pool of sweat again this afternoon A bedroom, two months into a day It's a shame when the parts fit It's a shame when the parts fit But the machine won't work All dressed up in the dream But without the wings heating up To fusion instead of a union Even love can't make two one, it's breaking me All I could have done, all I did not do My exoskeleton heart you reach to Through my ribs with your chipping fingers And revealing fingernails Breathe into me Breathe into me You're the pale-skin gift That no God ever promised me Thank you for my life