Smokers Pose

Siphone my energy, present it to you
Hyper critical, umbilical noose
Bruising and chaffing
It tightens when I scream
Blue washes out
My identity, green
You drink your coffee so black
Like the new moon in the sky
Loud when your bones crack
Why did you have to

A Pixie dream is fun
Until that shit gets real
Can't see me for myself
And claim you cannot feel
Silence, a product
A mirror, you and me
Just too scared to see yourself
And claim that you are free
Mind tricks of the joker
Posing up as a smoker
Smile, stapled, sewed to my cheeks
My best is the problem
Too perfect, post partum
You gave birth to the worst side of me

Call out my name
Times it by two
Standing Side by side
So what will you do?
Accepting is hard
Deflecting, you're on guard
Triple check my own voice when I say

A Pixie dream is fun
Until that shit gets real
Can't see me for myself
And claim you cannot feel
Use me for all I am
Take what you have found
Run away so quickly when I hit the ground

Mixed feelings of being
Not enough, your words deceiving
Your entertainments draining me stale
Mind tricks of the joker
Posing up as a smoker
I won't look back at you



Credits
Writer(s): Amy Swallow, Riley Mclennan
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