Danielle Ate the Sandwich Follow

pretty girl, oh pretty girl
you are softer than the sheets you lay upon
handsome boy, handsome boy
you are stronger than any man that's come before you

and these are the words
they have chosen to mark you

pretty boy, pretty boy
you are plumes of white smoke hanging in the sky
handsome girl, handsome girl
you are wide and built like bridges held on water

and these are the words
they have chosen to mark you
these are the words
they have chosen to choose you

pretty girl, oh pretty boy
your tendons pull your weight like carpet rides
handsome boy, handsome girl
we are both from the same place deep inside of her

and covered in skin
we are we are the same things and
we touch in the dark rooms
and I wont tell you what I'm hiding up my sleeve

under my clothes, under my clothes
i am organs red and thin as paper dolls
under my skin, under my skin
i am cul-de-sacs of mazes made to lose you in them

and these are the words
they have chosen to mark you
these are the words
and i have chosen to choose you