This way out
The feathers of my duvet are coming out the seams
And the melodies that used to soothe they
Mean nothing to me
My mouth is filled with violence that I never said
And I'll swallow the words to violins and
Let them drown instead
In whiskey cocktails
And smoke inhaled
That colour my eyes red
'Cause there's no use in
Letting them loose the
Conversations are dead
And it seems so arbitrary now
Far more than I should have allowed
I sooner could have taken my bow
The show must end
The show must end
Like the water my silhouette is still but runs deep
And my dreams are vivid as if living
In the persistence of memory
I've regulated the time I've wasted
On childhood naivety
That love's the saviour for my behaviour
It's not cynicism, it's reality
And it seems so arbitrary now
Far more than I should have allowed
I sooner could have taken my bow
The show must end
The show must end
My sheets are stained with the training
On how to please a man
'Cause I've mistaken the male gazing
For a winning hand
I figured my figure was the trigger
The answer was to flaunt it
But what if my lace lingerie
Was laced, with better ways to feel wanted?
And it seems so arbitrary now
Far more than I should have allowed
I sooner could have taken my bow
The show must end
The show must end
And the melodies that used to soothe they
Mean nothing to me
My mouth is filled with violence that I never said
And I'll swallow the words to violins and
Let them drown instead
In whiskey cocktails
And smoke inhaled
That colour my eyes red
'Cause there's no use in
Letting them loose the
Conversations are dead
And it seems so arbitrary now
Far more than I should have allowed
I sooner could have taken my bow
The show must end
The show must end
Like the water my silhouette is still but runs deep
And my dreams are vivid as if living
In the persistence of memory
I've regulated the time I've wasted
On childhood naivety
That love's the saviour for my behaviour
It's not cynicism, it's reality
And it seems so arbitrary now
Far more than I should have allowed
I sooner could have taken my bow
The show must end
The show must end
My sheets are stained with the training
On how to please a man
'Cause I've mistaken the male gazing
For a winning hand
I figured my figure was the trigger
The answer was to flaunt it
But what if my lace lingerie
Was laced, with better ways to feel wanted?
And it seems so arbitrary now
Far more than I should have allowed
I sooner could have taken my bow
The show must end
The show must end
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Writer(s): Thalia Cutrona
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