| You’ve been living awhile in the front of my skull, making orders. |
| You’ve been writing me rules, shrinking maps, redrawing borders. |
| I’ve been repeating your speeches but the audience just doesn’t follow. |
| 'Cause I’m leaving out words, punctuation and it sounds pretty hollow. |
| I’ve been living in bed because now you tell me to sleep. |
| I’ve been hiding my voice and my face and you decide when I eat. |
| In your dreams I’m a criminal, horrible, sleeping around. |
| While you’re awake, I’m impossible, constantly letting you down. |
| Little porcelain figurines, glass bullets you shoot at the wall. |
| Threats of castration for crimes you imagine when I miss your call. |
| With the bite of the teeth of that ring on my finger, |
| I’m bound to your bedside, your eulogy singer. |
| I’d happily take all those bullets inside you and put them inside of my self. |
| Someone, oh anyone, tell me how to stop this. |
| She’s screaming, expiring and I’m her only witness. |
| I’m freezing, infected, and rigid in that room inside her. |
| No one’s gonna come as long as I lay still in bed beside her. |