A Static Lullaby

move into the grave that bares your name.
my high is creeping, but is it set in stone?
we"re both wasted, but we"re not going anywhere like this.
(so we"ll see right through)
for me to walk face first into sliding glass for your pleasure.
all in the taste of salt on your neck.
(now i) choke on the urge of taking it back