Carve a Pattern

You carve a perfect rose in the door
 with hands so soft, with lips so warm.
 The petals cover me so beautifully,
 and the flower will fall
 upon the birdie sheet and growl,
 "Say, are we close? How close are we now?"
 But first we double up with a coffee cup,
 and the sheets will buckle.
 You carve a perfect bird on the wall
 with hands so soft, with lips so warm,
 and the bird will sing for me so beautifully,
 and the notes will fall
 upon the bed we mix and you growl,
 "Say, are we close? How close are we now?"
 And then you come for me so beautifully,
 but the night will buckle.
 You shouldn't be kissing with your eyes closed.
 You shouldn't be standing where the light shows.
 I try to tell you but the words are lost in a morning crush.
 You carve a perfect rose in the door,
 and I don't care how lucky we are,
 'cos you still come to me so beautifully.
 I lock the heart with a birthday card
 and then swallow the key.
 Pretend drown and I'll pretend to breathe.
 With blood and tissue, I will miss you,
 but don't follow me in.
 Pretend to drown and I'll pretend to swim.
 I carve the patterns with my hands,
 but you don't see them.
 It's hard to laugh and it's hard to cry,
 but it's harder still to die
 To swallow the surf and the tide.
 To face a lonlier mile.
 I lock the heart with a birthday card
 and then swallow the key,
 Pretend to drown, and I'll pretend to breathe.
 With blood and tissue, I will miss you,
 but don't follow me in.
 Pretend to drown and I'll pretend to swim.