I See It In Your Eyes. In Your Sleep. In Your Answer To Everything.
The stage is our excuse,
And we focus on our performances and those damn Irish accents
Like the beautiful boys in porn movies who don't kiss on the mouth
My roommate murmuring as she reads the Bible out loud in bed,
And falls asleep with it under her pillow with the lights still on
God by osmosis
Scott plays the guitar until his fingers bleed
I write, and sometimes it feels like bleeding
And we focus on our performances and those damn Irish accents
Like the beautiful boys in porn movies who don't kiss on the mouth
My roommate murmuring as she reads the Bible out loud in bed,
And falls asleep with it under her pillow with the lights still on
God by osmosis
Scott plays the guitar until his fingers bleed
I write, and sometimes it feels like bleeding