frankly, nothing would be less enough

[hope_meets_less]

i feel up to a massacre
or how about a masquerade?
either way our faces wont show up
blood or feathers
tears or cocktails
you have no name to me
and for sure no heart
you're too busy wrapped up in skin
thanks for helping me escape
cutting my noose while i hang over the cliff

im sick of admitting its my own fault
take some responsibility
take some poison

i'll take this as a sign
a sign to detach
meanwhile, i'll hide behind sunglasses
while you hide behind her body