Floss out another glass bit
I kissed the mirror again
Tug on my sweatshirt drawstrings
Not dead yet I still pretend
Sometimes a slipping voice in my head
Whispers "this will end"
I name that voice my nemesis
I name that voice my friend
Fingers locked in your skin cells
My microscopic sex
I hate hurricanes in my heart
You hail with your breath
Sometimes a slipping voice in my head
Whispers "this will end"
I name that voice my nemesis
I name that voice my friend
I floss out another glass bit
I kissed the mirror again
Tug on my sweatshirt drawstrings
Not dead yet I still pretend
Sometimes that slipping voice in my head
Whispers "this will end"
I name that voice my nemesis
I name that voice my friend
Fingers locked in your skin cells
My microscopic sex
I hate hurricanes in my heart
You hail with your breath
Sometimes a slipping voice in my head
Whispers "this will end"
I name that voice my nemesis
I name that voice my friend
I exhaust from the faintest fumes
Then flee to my brain and back
My back breaks when I spill that love
I love to then retract
Sometimes that slipping voice in my head
Is screaming "This won't end!"
I name that voice the nemesis
Who killed off all of my friends