I have to say
There seems to be a miscommunication
I thought secrets were for the living
But the only secrets are kept in death
If every second lasted just a second longer
Maybe the trust I thought I deserved
Would shatter before my eyes
Instead of behind my back
My shoulder blades itch,
Could you move the knife up and to the left?
Or should I just fall on my face
The beauty of the fall is my disgrace
Is that your heartbeat
Or is it just the echo of a chest that’s hollow
Because you’ve been a tin man your whole life
And I guess that makes me the one without courage.
It takes a tribe to raise a kid, but
Maybe it was a village of idiots.
You thought you were so clever, so sweet
That I could save you from your own disasters
You should have looked for a parachute
Because this plane’s about to go down.
I never thought it’d come down to this
A thief and a liar, oh but the twist,
We are the same, you and I
Connected by the handcuffed scars on our wrist.
(Photo from Pinterest!)
