Autobiography of an Evening

Give me all of your nothing to do
And I'll show you all of my nothing to prove
Let's sharpen our knives
For the pillow fight

Hold me close as my feathers come undone
And your fingers find the glue
And the curtains find the sun
And the dust of something new
Brings a memory like a bruise

The smallest hurricane
Has slipped between my lungs
Won't you help me get it out
With a blade a breath a tongue
Let's suck all the light
From the core of the night

Hold me close as my feathers come undone
And your fingers find the glue
And the curtains find the sun
And the dust of something new
Brings a memory like a bruise

I'm a woman in the books
I'm a girl inside your room
I'm alive inside your bed
When you touch me like it's true
That I've everything to lose
Inside the gravity of youth

Hold me close as my feathers come undone
And your fingers find the glue
And the curtains find the sun
And the dust of something new
Brings a memory like a bruise