You're in the bathroom powdering your nose
While a man in a tuxedo waits for you at the bar
Though it's not the shine you are trying to disguise
Or the scars you gave up trying to hide
One more inhale and you'll be fine
Exaggerations
Exaggerations clouded your head
You have retained more than you can control
And all the facts are scattered on the bed
Lingering on your pale flesh
Flushed and fragile
You need delicate hands to touch you
But you find only sandpaper in the night
Coarse, rough skin
Pressed against you
With the tuxedo mans lips kissing your ear-
Whispering into your head
The lights inside your mind dim as you begin to disappear
Until tomorrow-
Life's only a distant falsity

(C) Tiffanie Doro