oh, how you hate it when i cry

when you cast your heavy provoking gaze
upon my dastardly face, so you say
my skin turns to wood and eyes to glaze
tears to pearls and lies to praise

grab me by my strings, push and shove
drag me beneath your heels in the name of love
break my teeth and bruise my mouth
just another day, just another month

I'll carve my voice box out into velvet shapes
a singular imperfection of the curtain drapes
and you are a monster, and the show never ends
curtain call, curtain fall, just your hard-hitting hands

my throat, hollowed out, echoes louder
than any line you've ever written for me
when my joints finally fail and I no longer sing
perhaps you will then cry for me
in loss, in vain, or in anger,
in fury that you've lost your favourite puppet

but till then I'll cry,
I'll cry 'cause I know how you hate it