Fuck me up sir, you fade away Give me my own Polly day And clean my boots or suck my toes And pretend like nobody knows
And I’m okay, I’m okay You’re just fine And one day we might have a good day But maybe next time, likely never So strip the whips and you can burn that leather You can paint the keys sir, hide the door Because it’s pretty damn quiet At number 24 And I live in a bedsit in the south So bite my nails and tape my mouth And pretend life, life’s so fucking sickly sweet You’ve got these bitter eyes You’ve got these rotting teeth
The truth is that I never shook my shadow Every day it’s trying to trick me into doing battle Calling out “faker” only get me rattled Want to pull me back behind the fence with the cattle Building your lenses Digging your trenches Put me on the front line Leave me with a dumb mind With no defenses But your defenses If you can’t stand to feel the pain then you are senseless
I’ve seen a million numbered doors on the horizon Now which is the future you choosin’ before you go dying I’ll tell you ‘bout a secret I’ve been underminding Every little lie in this world come from dividing Say you’re my lover, say you’re my homie Tilt my chin back slit my throat take a bath in my blood get to know me All out of my secrets All my enemies are turning into my teachers
“The Japanese say you have three faces.
The first face, you show to the world.
The second face, you show to your close friends, and your family.
The third face, you never show anyone. It is the truest reflection of who you are.”—(via -jenjam)