We've got an old way of working things out and an old life (we are young, sister) though you say we're young (I never lie) but how could we be since that old dusty memory is clear…. clear… clear (ah, yes, you see we're young)
And I didn't say I didn't care I just want to forget... and would heaven be at our door if it never had happened (Is that a question?) well why did it happen? just to us (just to us, both of us)
When I am home I get shivers and cold feet as they touch where he had fallen and you are out drinking (I am always here) as I am sinking and the fat ugly droplets won't fall they're weak things tugging at my scalp if they fall, I can rest (you sleep better than me) I want them gone but my skin is a cage is a desert (darling, face it. You have dry eyes and a messed-up conscience-) and whatever tries to seep out evaporates into nothingness why had this happened to me? (you mean us, you silly girl)
What can come from tragedy- this is no blessing in disguise (it was bound to happen) and your eyes are that of an old man's (our eyes. Looked into the mirror recently? I think not) yes we are older than him now headhunters gather strength in their victims we gather age (we are young, don't lie to us) chained together by skin (bound together is a better word) invisible to the eyes of others you sit, ghostlike in the bar (I haven't had a drink in years!) Sometimes coming back to the skin we share you are my sister my blind spot (the intelligent side, come to think of it) the dirt on my tongue which I haven't found a way to spit out yet you crunch under my teeth (you are the dirt, the whiner, the pessimist the man was a worthless criminal. I saw him dreaming of us. and I cannot digest his foul thoughts, I knew him better than you I saved our life.)