Sick in the Body, Sick in the Head

Now that I know you will become an angel
(your soul slipping through my eyes)
I keep your secrets, though you don’t deserve the most petty sacrifice
And you’re old enough to know that the furthest bottom of low
Is the most expensive slum you’ve ever slept in
It’s the most expensive slum you’ve ever slept in
You can keep weaving yourself into carpets
It justifies my crime
I can keep sleeping and burying my true thoughts into long exhausted sighs
And we’re old enough to know that the furthest bottom of low
Is the most expensive slum we’ve ever slept in
It’s the most expensive slum we’ve ever slept in
It’s the most expensive slum you’ve ever slept in
She’s the most expensive slum you’ve ever slept with