Suitable for Framing
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V1:
What’s a hero, and what’s a liar?
Wash your hands of the blood with your back to the fire.
Gather your glitter and don’t sing to the choir.
Grasp back towards the past to see yourself standing by the mirror,
Shatter the glass, don’t look back.
Not my finest hour all things considered,
But it’s hard to make knives go down anything but bitter.
Cross the threshold, this is your final warning,
And down we go into the hall of fame.
B:
You can sink or swim in the truth,
But at least your mascara’s waterproof.
As the clock chimes midnight,
A match is thrown into water.
Burn bright to burn out,
Leave her ashes in an urn by some lipstick.
C:
Polaroids in a scrapbook,
Sneakers on the rug.
These band posters see at, through, in me.
And when I remove my taser from the glove compartment
And set the keys inside the ignition,
I know I’m ready for the worst,
Whatever life may send me.
V2:
How do you know you’ve arrived at kingdom come?
When the rats have died and the fleas have disappeared.
You’ll be fine if you keep going,
As long as you’re fine with no saints coming to save you.
I’ll be moving on slowly, my dear,
I’ll be at the precipice of nowhere and everywhere.
Living upside down isn’t so bad
As long as you don’t slip and fall into somewhere.
B:
You can sink or swim in the truth,
But at least your mascara’s waterproof.
As the clock chimes midnight,
A match is thrown into water.
Burn bright to burn out,
Leave her ashes in an urn by some lipstick.
C:
Polaroids in a scrapbook,
Sneakers on the rug.
These band posters see at, through, in me.
And when I remove my taser from the glove compartment
And set the keys inside the ignition,
I know I’m ready for the worst,
Whatever life may send me.
B:
Don’t let the sheep find you, but tell the wolves you’re home.
Catch me if you can, I’m on a livewire,
Falling all the way to the tarmac.
But at the point the gravel feels like a pillow,
Taking me in when others won’t.
And I suppose one day I’ll send a message in a bottle all the way to your door,
A biography of the truth, the story you don’t know.
O:
No more stained glass heroes,
Only my reflection in a swimming pool.
(x3)