Dashboard
I am the girl with one hundred faces
And I have reserved one for you
Lips upturned and smirking while my eyes are working
To get that filthy skin off of you
With my feather and crook I was helping you move
Onto pastures much greener than you ever knew
I was thinking of you
And how you would look trapped between the pages of this book
Dried flowers replaced by brittle bones oh, no, no
No I’ve debated for quite some time and there’s not a thing we wouldn’t do
To keep to keep these little pieces of you
With a million people to offer what I got
I’ll give you a bird or two
Not that you deserve it, not even sure you’re worth it
But what else could I do?
I was thinking of you
And how you would feel trapped behind the eyes you couldn’t steal
The rubble lies above your mind unbroken
More is pouring down, who cares if ya drown?
We’ll save your skin to keep another piece, another piece of you
And in the stars I can read things you won’t like
Or would you rather I lied to keep you feeling special
I didn’t mean anything by it just let it go
I swear I’ll tell you what I think, your voice it’s grating
Over me soon I’ll be able to taste your weary sighs,
I promise this will not be a surprise