Stairwell Song by Mothers Lyrics

Couldn't shake the thought of other hands
Clutching at the freckles on your legs
Talking in your sleep
When you first said you loved me
Crushed between your teeth
The words not meant
For me

I felt something grow sharp inside my belly
Entertaining ghosts
Between your bedsheets

I'd like to die a thousand times in your sweater
Already died a hundred times this winter

Just bury me
Bury me in clover
Bury me beneath the songs you sang to her

Always is a dirty word to say