And all because the way you say my name is different

I want to be that lit cigarette between your lips

The one that you live for and that slowly kills you

I want to be the angel wing tattoo that’s just behind your right ear

And watch your hair rise like smoke as you slowly drown in the Devil’s whispers

I want to be the burned skin on your palms

Scars that are shaped like life’s map

I want to be the chaser to your alcohol

That you choke on until Heaven stops the rain

I want to be the pages that you wrap your body in every night

As you cry tears that oil your broken heart