Why do I see everything in you?
You’re see-through.
You’re no one.
What virtues come with that pretty-boy face?
Just face-value baby, there’s nothing more behind that space.
Did you have it designed as from the start?
Mapped out to neatly harvest my heart,
And feed it to the dark and lonely nights
Over and over, so painfully it bites.
Until I can’t feel anything any more…
And that’s when you drape yourself upon my door?
So I bring you in and pull you in and on
But I meet the merciless mouth of night after you’ve come
And gone.
But why did I get caught up in this game?
It’s not you, but me that is to blame.
Shallow as a puddle two days since the rain.
It’s just—he’s a beautiful man. What pleasure, what pain.
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 7:52 PM UTC
Why do I see everything in you?
You’re see-through.
You’re no one.
What virtues come with that pretty-boy face?
Just face-value baby, there’s nothing more behind that space.
Did you have it designed as from the start?
Mapped out to neatly harvest my heart,
And feed it to the dark and lonely nights
Over and over, so painfully it bites.
Until I can’t feel anything any more…
And that’s when you drape yourself upon my door?
So I bring you in and pull you in and on
But I meet the merciless mouth of night after you’ve come
And gone.
But why did I get caught up in this game?
It’s not you, but me that is to blame.
Shallow as a puddle two days since the rain.
It’s just—he’s a beautiful man. What pleasure, what pain.
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