#throatache

Don't say that it gets better We both know that it's not true Me and you, the curtain call fades A little chemistry today Climbing up the walls, up and away

I'm the gap between what I'd like to be and what others have made of me Please turn off the light, shut the door The bland colors that we mourn Staring up through the ceiling from the floor

Give me a garrote wire Give me a better man Praise him like flowers And help me understand Why part of me is broken Distorted with your form In loose fragments I've stored Dividing my mind, pure semaphore Don't say that it gets better We both know that it's not true And for you, the guillotine stops It's trapped in my throat Sad fact: I'll be gone before it drops

This promised place looks at once the same Just another stage to set the blame Please turn off the light, shield my eyes And I'll settle on my flight Floating up through the ceiling to the skies Give me a garrote wire Give me stronger hands Praise them like flowers And help me understand Why part of me is broken Distorted with your form In loose fragments I've stored Dividing my mind, pure semaphore Every song you sing is just a scream Pages ripped from the script, it seems Please turn off the light, go outside See the thorns have all but died I can't forgive your broken heart; I've tried