- cifra
Pour shame all over us
Harden into a crust
Cement
Forget the glamour and
Mumble a jackhammer
Under your breath
Hide your face in the curtains
Better unsaid so close
And it rolls off the tongue
Almost
The world expects a pose
Perfectly natural
Loosen up
Smearing wet concrete and
Swearing you'll never be
Caught
At your weakest, etched in stone
And we're frozen here, peeking
Almost, sweet talk, caffeine
Make contact
Up to my neck
I confess in quicksand
But it's so easy for you
Yeah, there's always one thing
Do you have something to tell me?
Say something
Anything
I'm warning you
I'm warning you
I'm fucking you
I'm warning you
Relax
It's just a phase
You'll grow out of it
Believe anything anyone ever tells you
It's not funny anymore
It's the thing you hate the most
The thing you hate the most
The thing you hate almost
