Uncomfortable Conversations

I think thats a sign
You should slow down
My body is a temple
My soul is a gown
My faith is a burden
I can't denounce

Uncomfortable conversations
At the banquet soiree
I spoke to you there
After the matinee

The tattoos cover
The cuts on her arm
The razor it burns
The blade it is sharp
The steel it bites
A hollow hurt

Uncomfortable conversations
At the banquet soiree
I spoke to you there
After the matinee

She dyes her hair red
To match her eyes
At the last minute
The hor d'oeuvres arrive
At the stroke of midnight
The future ain't so bright

Uncomfortable conversations
At the banquet soiree
I spoke to you there
After the matinee



Credits
Writer(s): Leon Shelley
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