play to a man's vanity and you can acheive almost anything.
tell a woman how mirror's call her by name
and you'll have it all
everything
from the cross-room glances
to reiterated statements of obsession
a myth of perfect ideals that dont exist
there's nothing left and i'd love to cut this string
i would really love a reaffirmed principal to identify these
off color jokes
and trembling fingers
oh, thats just the blood pressure taking hold
its so hard to sleep
but the pillow's soft
had me awake
while she was not and i
wonder
where does her breath stop and mine begin
i want to listen, so listen-
if everyone knew that these words were less than perfect
i wouldnt have to explain myself. oh,
it doesnt seem to be healthy, please forgive me
thats just
thats just the way of the world
i'll keep a lock on doors
so still, i wait for hearts to stop beating
towards the ticking clock
i know these stories destroy and thats
programmed into these hands
oh, i lied everytime and-
if everyone knew that these words were less than perfect
i wouldnt have to explain myself. oh,
it doesnt seem to be healthy, please forgive me
thats just
thats just the way of the world
manipulation is a tainted face to attatch
sacred morals for the sake of polar magnetism
open ended lines of questioning and i think she'll be the end of me
truly, i hope more than think
and my problem resides in the ink i resign
but once again, im admiring how commen sense is spent
and returned as purchased time
ive exchanged the currency and still havent gotten mine
if everyone knew that these words were less than perfect
i wouldnt have to explain myself. oh,
it doesnt seem to be healthy, please forgive me
thats just
thats just the way of the world