maybe i'm just the horizon you run to
and i hide in those old forbidden places, in the gardens, behind the swingset, under the snow drifts. you won't find me. that golden thread connecting us has severed. i cut it with my rusty pewter scissors and i left you to bleed out, alone. i should have known. my demons are relentless, nipping at my heels and howling at the flanks of the horses i'm trying to ride out of here. their bony hands tighten on my ankles and i'm tumbling down, down again, before you can march in with your army and bring me home. we're all dead but i think i already have one foot in the grave.
way down
way down
she knows
i know and you don't know that i don't love you but you still love me. i should remove words like "always" from my rhetoric. nothing lasts. what a shame that is... and my sticky soul is full of holes. i twist the knife and tighten the laces and i have to keep going i must i CANNOT. no one notices, not really, how close i'm standing to the edge. i'm afraid it wouldn't matter anyway. i'm too far gone. i wonder if within my personality, the possibility of happiness exists. if i changed my circumstances, would i feel so different? would i thaw out, melt, get your shoes wet. why don't you lie down here and let me love you and leave you. that's my greatest skill. i'm curling my eyelashes and sitting pretty and trimming the rosebushes. the thorns will draw the red but you won't feel a thing. relax, soon you'll be empty just like me.
way down
way down
she knows
i know and you don't know that i don't love you but you still love me. i should remove words like "always" from my rhetoric. nothing lasts. what a shame that is... and my sticky soul is full of holes. i twist the knife and tighten the laces and i have to keep going i must i CANNOT. no one notices, not really, how close i'm standing to the edge. i'm afraid it wouldn't matter anyway. i'm too far gone. i wonder if within my personality, the possibility of happiness exists. if i changed my circumstances, would i feel so different? would i thaw out, melt, get your shoes wet. why don't you lie down here and let me love you and leave you. that's my greatest skill. i'm curling my eyelashes and sitting pretty and trimming the rosebushes. the thorns will draw the red but you won't feel a thing. relax, soon you'll be empty just like me.