You think you’re something else, don’t you?
Sharing 2 am thoughts like STDs, like it’s no big deal, like it’s a strip tease,
How Well Can I Get To Know You Naked?
Justify those lies a little more, but I see the fear behind those eyes, you only cry in the rain;
you’ve got a sneaking suspicion that you can’t handle the truth.
Behind the thoughts and loud laughs and hands all over you’re just a skeleton,
you get hungry,
underneath the blanket of veins and skin and saliva
We’re all pure white.
At the first breath we start to inhale it,
we become black as night.
