She was walking down the hall
There’s a picture on the wall
That I really didn’t need to see at all
Laying on the bed
And the thoughts in my head
Are tossed and flung about,
Like the waves under the sheets.
The look on your face
When you brought me to this place,
Never thought about flowers instead of lace.
You’re just the kind to eat me up
Chew and spit me from your mouth,
Like words of anger
When it was over.
I wish that I had just stayed sober
Enough to know why I’m here at all.
The wall is a televison.
Shadows from the candles
That you light.
Turn the lights down low,
Move in soft and slow.
I’ve never been this good,
You never thought I could.
Your eyes turn to pools.
Bite down on your hand and drift away.
You cut me open with your words,
Like the fruit you eat for breakfast.
Peeled and halved
With the core thrown away.
And I want to ask you
But I guess I can’t deny,
I’m happy to be here after all.
Up the hill
And around the corner
Is where lies make their home.