If our kisses were ripe enough They would have fallen from the branch into my mouth As sensible things went south Over our heads You never wished you were dead, or I But I stopped being surprised when he did I don't feel like a kid Something I'm rid of now Or just became conscious of how My words are tilted Like the plane fixed in my vision My brain on smoke, afraid of what I took Afraid of what I broke Afraid of what I become And being overexposed to anyone Anyone Over static brightout And my sleepy hips Afraid of bucking into it Open lips craving the buckling into his Lips and tongue and teeth Nothing can be enough of deep When there's no feel left to try Do people up'n die? You're saying you need me I need to go silently into that night, tonight I'm pinned most nights to my bed With my unbrushed teeth and unbrushed the hair on my head Can't move but I've said a thousand words pinned in my covers Papergirl in paperbed Paperworld? Finger-comb my paper bedhead Don't rip my paperread (Don't rip my paperread) Don't rip my paperread