Trapped below
With the feelings of "I can't let go,"
I know it's complicated.
Sorry, doll, my wrists are bleeding.
But you know humans and their love,
My doll,
I'm holding sixteen fingers up
Wishing for the first.

Your picture is on my wall,
The needles are in your eyes.
Haunted by my conspiracy,
Waiting to decide.

I guess it all comes back to me...
The silence in your life.
I have shed my skin from you,
I'm sliding further.
And now it all makes sense to me,
Buried in the truth.
The clock is burning slowly,
Waiting.
The simple back and forth
Is crossing all my lines.
And the words you speak,
Appropriate to hell...
Fell into black ways
Days of falling down,
Falling down.

I fell asleep in the shower,
Thinking about our lives,
The water danced around me,
As I slept.
I want to feel this windshield shatter
By my passing face from the inside.
I'm glad you're falling apart,
Because you look so pretty in pieces.