Blood

This is it, this is it;
when will I learn to shut my mouth?
It's alright, it's alright,
a love like ours is easy found.
Is it fucked, is it fucked?
I'd chop through blood and bone for you.
This is me, this is me:
a question mark in human form.
It's not an earth until it shakes,
it's not a love until it's lost,
it's not a heart until it aches,
it's not a line until it's crossed.
I'm barely in it but I know,
I won't be done until I've broken every bone.
This is real, this is really happening.
We are lost, we are lost,
that's what I'm told eventually.
Bite your tongue, bite your tongue,
sure give it here I'll bite it too.
Here's a thought, here's a thought,
how 'bout we both say what we mean?
There's that smell, there's that smell,
looks like it's been here all this time.
It's not an earth until it shakes,
it's not a love until it's lost,
it's not a heart until it aches,
it's not a line until it's crossed.
I'm barely in it but I know,
I won't be done until I've broken every bone.
This is real, this is really happening.
This is real, this is really happening.
This is real, this is really happening.
This is real, this is really happening.
This is real, this is really happening, happening.