I watched you draw a line in sand, now the tide is coming in. It's washing through your desperate hands. And I know I've heard you speak the words, as if you believed yourself. (And I know you can't keep a secret, the blisters on my tongue show though my teeth.) But I see, you smile through your teeth.
You wave your hands through the flames. You'll break at the bend. Your fantasy fades.
In the end.
It's the space between the words that scares me the worst. You crossed your 'i's and lost your place. And I know I've heard you speak the words, every careful syllable. (And I know you can't keep a secret, the blisters on my tongue show though my teeth.) But I see, you smile through your teeth.
You wave your hands through the flames. You'll break at the bend. Your fantasy fades.