Lyrics

She wore the funeral
like perfume.

I wore the flowers
like wounds.
Kiss the bruise
beneath my tongue.

We were old
when we were young.
Blackened roses,
plastic thorns,
little dead things
still being born.

She put heaven
between her teeth
and whispered something
underneath

Nothing beautiful survives
without learning how to bleed.

So kiss me ugly.
Kiss me clean.
Put your funeral
inside of me.

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WAY TO SUFFER.

Your black heart
next to mine.

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WAY TO SUFFER.

Two dead flowers
on the same vine.

If love is only
something dying
let me die
between your teeth.

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WAY TO SUFFER.

She had insects
in her halo
and a cemetery smile.

I kept pieces
of her shadow
in my mouth
for quite a while.

We made angels
out of needles.
We made churches
out of skin.
Every time
I crawled inside her,
something holy
couldn't get back in.

Kiss me ugly.
Kiss me clean.
Put another little death
inside of me.


WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WAY TO SUFFER.
Your black heart
next to mine.

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WAY TO SUFFER.

Two dead flowers
on the same vine.
If love is only
something dying
let me die
between your teeth.

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WAY TO SUFFER

The flower loves the dirt.
The dirt loves the dead.
The dead love nothing.
And nothing...
LOVES ME BEST.

BITE THE HALO.
BREAK THE WING.
MAKE ME LOVE
THE UGLY THING.
BITE THE HALO.
BREAK THE WING.
MAKE THE WOUND
LOOK BEAUTIFUL AGAIN.

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WAY TO SUFFER.

Your black heart
inside of mine.

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WAY TO SUFFER.

We were dying
the entire time.

If love is only
something rotting
bury yours
inside of me.

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WAY TO SUFFER
She left the flowers.
I kept the flies.