hands in mouths (the melody)

i find the dryer in the dark

i flick a switch

liquid hits liquid and i

grin around my fist

new bad habits for a new year

i don't believe in god

but the book is just a symbol

i don't believe in family

but the history is simple

so i put my hand on my grandmother's bible

and swear i will not love you anymore

i will not kiss your lipstick stains

i will not haunt your windowpanes

i will not tape poetry to your front door

my fingertips whisper tales

of pharynges and bathroom tiles

my arms bleed dust

and when i hear your name, i smile

old bad habits for a new year

i once believed i'd grow

and i have changed, in some respects

i once believed in you and me

but the history's complex

so i put my nose in the dip of your neck

and mumble that we keep getting older

if we co-ordinate, if we exercise restraint

if we both keep each other at arm's length

we can keep our hands on each other's shoulders