Virgin Moon Phases

Ghost & Contortionist

You contradicted every single word you said, promises it wouldn't change a thing and now I feel the applause racking my body for you, when they raise their hands for you, I remember being rung out with a hard squosh, your hands on both ends and I cried out cold dish water. I was the weakest so why don't you use me? I was the loneliest and you pretended to be there for me, don't lie to me, you crushed out, why can't you have just killed me? Instead of black widowing me, sick bastard slipping poison paranoia in my coffee, and now I'm sure that no one loves me. You're sick and then you used me like a short-term anecdote, I was so run dry you only held on for a month or so while you tried to sleep with me, you couldn't get it from me when you dropped me like a cold wet cigarette butt with dirty ends and secrets you couldn't believe coming from me. But they're applauding you in my dreams, applauding you over a skype scene, and I'm scared I'm scared and they're barking at me, a zoo animal all because of what you did to me, and if mistrust, if fear, if paranoia was a virus you gave it to me, but without even touching me, an expert thief on my dignity, and self esteem and skin, literally, my teeth. So now you take my fingers from me? Take my friends from me? You hurt her and I'll steal everything, but you respect her, like a ghost of me, I sit and watch and cry but I cannot speak, on the stage, speak with my red eyes, but it still doesn't say a thing. I'm isolated but my god I still can't say a thing.