You feel the bruises on your heart But they’re not really there Kiss your husband goodbye And pretend you’re lonely In your mansion on the hill You pull the curtains. Room turns black. And open up a bag. You breathe in now. Start screaming out And writing it down.
You feel the bruises on your heart But you can’t point them out Re-open the bag Line up just the right amount The children aren’t home In the dark room alone You pick up what you just wrote And add some more Add some more lies:
“I see us I see us falling down And I can’t catch us this time I don’t know what to do. I see us I see our wealth and cry Cause it is not my fault I need some time To figure this out”