She knows too much

(don't look now)

There are things inside scraping to get out.

I use this thieving smile to hold you close cause I'm to reliant on this hoped up feeling.

When what you want and how you know it has to be are never the same thing in our dramatic designs.

This twisted mirror reflecting our painted dreams on haunted skin and burning throat all colored in guts and blood.

It's never the same thing twice but always the same release and this day is too fucking long when I'm just chasing my own two feet.
These aren't your reasons why so don't hold them high like we don't see.

Its the way I know that I'm still breathing