Pride and Prejudice
Don't ever say I never tried. Don't tell me I was consumed by pride.
Don't say where my heart was. Don't tell me where my feelings weren't.
Because I haven't any feelings left. They've all been burnt.
By flames of the unspeakable. And the unspoken rules here.
Because my soul permits no exposure. And makes companions of it's fear.
I'm like your slave, in my laborless way. And I'd do anything you asked. If you wouldn't ask anything today.
Your heart breaks open and it's contents fill the floor.
On into the closet for my rubber boots, to step over and ignore.
But later I'm back. To clean up what hasn't dried.
And give life to your dehydration and liquids that'll seep out your sides.
Taping you together and back to your place on the mantel.
Pulling you down to guide me. Shoving you back when you image reflects betrayal.
Because I love the truth when it strokes my ego.
And I love to know that I'm right. But it's all your fault when the sun dies and sets.
And I blame you for the cool in every night.
And for the moon that shines bitter. And the wind that blows thinner.
And the birds that won't sing. And the phone that won't ring.
Because both our fingers are broken. And our eyes cloud up with rue.
We'd do anything to be talking. But I'll do everything not to talk to you.
I tried with all my might. To not quite try at all.
And laid the traps and was still surprised at the intensity of my fall.
So I'm tearing my heart open. And spilling the contents on the floor.
And waiting for your eyes to grow big with curiosity, then walk over me to ignore.
Don't say where my heart was. Don't tell me where my feelings weren't.
Because I haven't any feelings left. They've all been burnt.
By flames of the unspeakable. And the unspoken rules here.
Because my soul permits no exposure. And makes companions of it's fear.
I'm like your slave, in my laborless way. And I'd do anything you asked. If you wouldn't ask anything today.
Your heart breaks open and it's contents fill the floor.
On into the closet for my rubber boots, to step over and ignore.
But later I'm back. To clean up what hasn't dried.
And give life to your dehydration and liquids that'll seep out your sides.
Taping you together and back to your place on the mantel.
Pulling you down to guide me. Shoving you back when you image reflects betrayal.
Because I love the truth when it strokes my ego.
And I love to know that I'm right. But it's all your fault when the sun dies and sets.
And I blame you for the cool in every night.
And for the moon that shines bitter. And the wind that blows thinner.
And the birds that won't sing. And the phone that won't ring.
Because both our fingers are broken. And our eyes cloud up with rue.
We'd do anything to be talking. But I'll do everything not to talk to you.
I tried with all my might. To not quite try at all.
And laid the traps and was still surprised at the intensity of my fall.
So I'm tearing my heart open. And spilling the contents on the floor.
And waiting for your eyes to grow big with curiosity, then walk over me to ignore.