Sleeping With a Stranger
Bedding it down, tightening the sheets
Elevation will keep you off your feet
Up off of the floor, where it becomes real
It's all in your head, an admission to steal
Send out the wolves, its blood that they smell
The Talk of the town, the hunt starts the swell
Showing your hand, 2 turns early
You're eyes give away, such an obvious tell
The allegations became the evidence
Selling points had no sincerity
You're shedding your skin and it's stretching thin
Yet the verdict provides no more clarity
Robing poor graves to dig up dead alibis
Shared fate the same, but it's not for you or I
Betting your hand, I dare you to wager
I'm sleeping with a stranger once again
So subtle the start, in the guarding of closets
With parlor tricks grand, we're becoming objects
I'd tend to agree from the crowds point of view
No tragedy seen, no need for an audience
A thunderous applause to a part so well played
Nailed all the lines, the lighting well staged
Curtains can't rise, no opening night
All tickets returned when the subjects charades
The allegations became the evidence
Selling points had no sincerity
Your shedding skin and it's stretching thin
Yet the verdict provides no more clarity
Robing poor graves to dig up dead alibis
Shared fate the same, but it's not for you or I
Betting your hand, I dare you to wager... I am... sleeping
Elevation will keep you off your feet
Up off of the floor, where it becomes real
It's all in your head, an admission to steal
Send out the wolves, its blood that they smell
The Talk of the town, the hunt starts the swell
Showing your hand, 2 turns early
You're eyes give away, such an obvious tell
The allegations became the evidence
Selling points had no sincerity
You're shedding your skin and it's stretching thin
Yet the verdict provides no more clarity
Robing poor graves to dig up dead alibis
Shared fate the same, but it's not for you or I
Betting your hand, I dare you to wager
I'm sleeping with a stranger once again
So subtle the start, in the guarding of closets
With parlor tricks grand, we're becoming objects
I'd tend to agree from the crowds point of view
No tragedy seen, no need for an audience
A thunderous applause to a part so well played
Nailed all the lines, the lighting well staged
Curtains can't rise, no opening night
All tickets returned when the subjects charades
The allegations became the evidence
Selling points had no sincerity
Your shedding skin and it's stretching thin
Yet the verdict provides no more clarity
Robing poor graves to dig up dead alibis
Shared fate the same, but it's not for you or I
Betting your hand, I dare you to wager... I am... sleeping
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Writer(s): Mickey Lyons
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