Blood Bank

Blood Bank

well I met you at the blood bank, we were looking at the bags
wondering if any of the colors matched any of the names we knew on the tags
you said “see look it, that’s yours. stacked on top with your brother’s
see how they resemble one another’s, even in their plastic little covers”

and I said I know it well
that secret that you know, that you don’t know how to tell
it fucks with your honor and it teases your head
but you know that it’s good girl, cause it’s running you with red

then the snow started falling, we were stuck out in your car
you were rubbing both my hands, chewing on a candy bar
you said “ain’t this just like the present, to be showing up like this?!”
as the moon waned to crescent, we started to kiss

and I said I know it well
that secret that we know, that we don’t know how to tell
I’m in love with your honor, I’m in love with your cheeks
what’s that noise up the stairs, babe? is that christmas morning creaks?

I know it well