The Terrible Secret

pave these streets with open arms

it's always you we're waiting on

the skin, the taste, the drug, the need

i'm asking, telling you, don't leave

erase the lines that we have drawn

it's always you we're waiting on

and waiting on and waiting on

and on and on and on and on

these are our words, we fill these mouths

but all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out

these palms and frames that we tear through

to cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you

wait wait wait, i don't wanna see

wait wait wait, i am not the person anyone would want to be

the perfect shoes with matching clothes

it is the lie we're always told

but nothing masks the shallow touch

by saying words that cost so much

while you're an addict to the need

to find yourself a way to breathe

the sex, the purge, the vein, the look

to reflex feelings that we took

these are our words, we fill these mouths

but all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out

these palms and frames that we tear through

to cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you

perfection, it's perfection

but never quiet enough, and never could disguise

the drugs to make it stay

the wanting in your eyes

the money that you spent, but you're still an accident

we are more than words that fill our mouths

drink with eyes that tell us the answers that we need

these are our words, we fill these mouths

but all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out

these palms and frames that we tear through

to cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you

wait wait wait, i don't wanna see

wait wait wait, i am not the person anyone would want to be

waiting here until you leave...