Fear Will Keep Them In Line - Versus the Mirror

You are immersed in your own guilty pleasure

Your tongue will never reach the bottom of the bottle

Do I make you wet?

I can surely guess that your eyes

Will never open again

Perspiration seeping through

There’s nothing left but receiving for all we do

What happened to my confidence?

I disappear as the paper breathes me in

It’s clear to see you’re becoming short of breath

I know this all too well

I’m frightened to see what you’ve become

Ten stories told as the tears fall

What happened to my confidence?

I disappear as the paper breathes me in

I’ll get through this

Your comatose kiss

I better watch my back

Cuz that cut was close

Breathe in breathe out

A smile sparked contingent on all my effort to comfort you

Breathe in breathe out

A smile sparked contingent on all my effort to comfort you