Lyrics
I’m the ghost in the corner of the room where I fell in deep.
Fastened up by shackles of the shame,
and covered up by your bedroom sheets.
I’m the paint slowly chipping off the walls that you covered up
with polaroids of eternal ploys with your upper hand in frame.
You’ve overfilled my cup.
You’re the pearl that they put upon the gates to a paradise.
Put your cards on this carousel.
Roll it again, I’ll get the pair of dice.
One die, many dice.
Every now and then again I’ll find myself lost in your snake eyes.
With the venom sinking in my veins.
This stain just won’t wipe from my brain.
Rest your mouth on mine.
It might help a little, ease the pain.
But, platonically, you draw the line.
Why, I’m still surprised (Can’t you see it on my face?)
every little teensy-weensy tiny time.
Make or break my bones to melt the marrow underneath.
Bodies bled under the bed at least inside my head.
The teeth and tether are tied to me. Feathers from pillows are flying and rolling the dice for a minute. Forever and honestly never would I have dreamed dying and naming a price to a sinner or saint for my soul to take. Brain to stain, bones to break. I have been, oh, so alone by this fire forever and ever. The stars are all sparkling out like the fireworks right at the end of July.
Guilty for the way I see you guilelessly glossy.
Color me with shades of green, and leave my eyes so mossy.
Socrates had taught him well. Well, I’ll take what wishing got me.
Color me with shades of green.
Underneath your bedroom sheets,
you’ll color me with the shades of you I see.
Maybe I’ll be mossy.
I’m the ghost in the corner of the room where I fell in deep.