Ani Difranco - Pulse Lyrics
You crawled into my bedLike some sort of giant insectAnd I found myself spellboundAt the sight of you thereCocooned in my room,Beautiful and grotesque and all the rest of that bug stuffBluffing your way into my mouthBehind my teeth, reaching for my scarsThat night we got kicked out of two barsAnd laughed our way homeThat night you leaned overAnd threw up into your hairAnd I thoughtI would offer you my pulseIf I thought it would be usefulI would give you my breathExceptThe problem with death is that you haveSome hundred years and then they canBuild building on your only bones100 years and then your grave is not your ownWe lie in out beds, and our gravesUnable to save ourselves fromThe quaint tragedies we inventAnd then undo from the stupid circumstancesWe slalomed throughAnd I realized that night that the hall lightWhich seemed so bright when you turned it on is nothingCompared to the dawnWhich is nothing, compared to the lightWhich seeps from me while youre sleeping beautifulAnd grotesque resting cocooned in my roomThat night we got kicked out of two barsAnd laughed our way homeAnd I held you there thinkingI would offer you my pulseI would give you my breathI would offer you my pulse
