Let me rip your world in two.
Again.
It's so sappy, it drips.
I could jump ship with every thought of you
swing sideways with my frozen shoulderblades
frozen voice, stuck standing wondering
why I never want to talk about you.

I want something. Anything, something powerful enough
to shine the spotlight not on you
Leftover, yes we all know it's over
and my shell-shocked lips can almost say, "two"
I still see you next to me, in your bed.

words and I don't mind and it doesn't matter
whose back we're behind
because I'm next to you, so simple and so dull
in its pantomime.
weary, jaunty, desirable but never close enough
and when I stop and smile weakly and say,
"I really don't like talking about her,"
it's not you no it's not you
it was my decision

lovers
lovers
say it
we were lovers

are you in the mood to be subdued
are you in the mind to be struck blind

one, two.
Let me tear your face in two.
it drips from the wooden ceiling,
everything swells and shrinks
It wasn't you

are you feeling destructive tonight