(s)mother

The doctors told him, he'd be gone by now
 His lungs full of blankets
 Burnt, black, and brown
 He buried his family in the back yard,
 Flooded the basement, filled it up with tar
 We borrowed their old clothes, and then we undressed
 We stole a trampoline, and made it our mattress
 And slept with all the house lights on
 Waiting for them to come home
 And slept with all the house lights off
 Waiting for them to come home
 We said it's so much easier to believe in nothing
 It's so easy to wait impatiently to die
 He pulled his pants around his ankles
 And he showed me all the places he went purple
 Because he held too hard, his own skin
 Because no one else touch him,
 And I mothered him, beastly
 And we shared our severed head dreams
 And I held him where the sickness was
 And I nursed him through the night
 And I nursed him through the night
 And we stayed that way all night