Impatient (Marrow)

From your bones I can taste the marrow From your sweat I can taste the salt Inside your ribcage it is much too narrow But for now I'll find shelter inside of your heart But if you want, if you're hungry, there are parts that I can spare I have a lung and if you eat it, it may fill you up with air I drank your bathwater when you were gone I cleaned all the tracks from the floor with my tongue I, alone, set fire to the cold side of your pillow I counted the hairs that I pulled from your brush Set fire on my hands when I longed for your touch I, alone, set fire to In hopes that you'll become more than imagination Maybe you'll become a man from my inflation Maybe I am God in control of your creation Maybe I've become impatient