And when I fell you took the call
You have an obvious attraction
To the summit of the hill
The lover in the grave
Another belle, another ball
Another costumed reenactment
Of the blood you couldn't spill
The one you couldn't save
With a turning head
Another act begins
With a freezing sweat
The sickness setting in
With the words you meant
Still unspoken
Distrust, cheap lust
Simmering behind your grin
And you wonder the ways my plot might twist
When compared to the others you've dismissed
Opportunity weighed against the risk
No it isn't a risk, but I am
Are the odds against me, I don't
Go ahead perfect me, I don't
Dress me up, direct me, I don't
Do you wanna wreck me?
I don't mind
Go on, go on I said I'm fine
Spurned and spotted, filled with flaws
A shaky hand, a resurrection
A flair for the dramatic
You took it for your own
Burn the body, kill what was
So I can stand with you, corrected
So harrowing and tragic
So crooked I have grown
You can have me framed and bask in your renown
You can stalk the waves and watch me when I drown
But the fix won't take, not while I'm still
Legs spread, palms pressed
Begging you to melt me down
And my muscles contract and my lips go slack
And my ringlets wither, gold to black
It isn't too late to change 'em back
No it's never too late but I am
Have the boundaries shifted, I don't
Does it feel different? I don't.
Will you leave me drifting, I don't
Come on, leave me drifting, I don't mind
Go on, go on I said I'm fine.
I've faked my way around a suicide before
I barely know us from the movies anymore
Rest assured, when my replacement's fading
I'll be waiting
Safe and free and bathed in neon
Willing and wired
At the Hotel Empire
Shrouded now in pink chiffon and I am
Trembling up his concrete
Destroying children's chalk lines
Avoiding every crack
Out of bounds and barely gone
If he remembers how he wants me
Deploying all his stop signs
The boy I'm getting back
Let the staircase bend and loom beneath his feet
As his well dressed friend drags him to the street
It's a sharp descent
Did you think I'd
Rot now, shot down
Buried in a sad defeat?
On a Saturday syrup thick and warm
Just as sweet as the fist that grips my arm
The hand at your mouth don't mean you harm
No it isn't a harm, but I am
When we hit the gutter, I don't
Does the fountain stutter, I don't
Do the tourists shudder, I don't
Do I tell my mother, I don't.
Is it any wonder I don't mind?
Go on, go on I said I'm fine.