We're Climbing up the Sky

"my god, i would kill to make you smile.
and reach out to my hands, soft and frail,
to make good on the love that you swear still exists, and still thrives
though we've buried our bodies in blood (and old lies,
like, "i'm fine" and "you look so much better than him"
but don't trust the surgeon with your heart,"

~"The Surgeon And The Scientist" by La Dispute