Handsome girl

Pretty girl pretty girl
You are softer than the sheets you lay upon
Handsome boy handsome boy
You are stronger than any man that’s come before you

These are the words
They have chosen to mark you

Pretty boy oh pretty boy
You are plumes of white smoke hanging in the sky
Handsome girl oh handsome girl
You are wide and built like bridges held on water

These are the words
They have chosen to mark you
These are the words
They have chosen to choose you

Pretty girl, pretty boy
Your tendons pull your weight like carpet rides
Handsome boy, handsome girl
We are both from the same place deep inside of her

Covered in skin
We are, we are the same things
We touch in dark rooms, but I won’t tell you
What I am hiding up my sleeve

Under my clothes, under my clothes
I am organs red and thin as paper dolls
Under my skin, under my skin
I am cul-de-sacs of mazes made to lose you in them

These are the words
I have chosen to mark you
These are the words
And I have chosen to choose you