PLAYING WITH SCISSORS

Can you really tell? It should be easy, passing And yet, it's like walking through mud One, two, three flights of stairs Raindrops and blood dying sandy-blonde hair Four, five knocks, I think he's out there Legs twelve feet from her stomach after meeting the bear Five, four, with a horrible stare Carnivorous fangs stripping flesh from a hare Three, two, one, lights, camera, action Leaving you spotty, just like his Dalmatian If I lie flat, can you see my ribs? Pearly smile, see your face inside his grin Turning yellow as it dribbles down your chin His legs crossed capriciously from thoughts of her without skin The tile looks like a pollock constricting pain in her chest Bruises like the sun in dawn, it's kind of picturesque Would you be fine with dyin' if I could pick the dress? She can't move considerin' there's nothing but straw inside her legs Skull fucked, petals plucked, pretty face starstruck Twinkle shine leavin' her eyes, soil rather alkaline Pupils pinpricked, it must feel fantastic Jealous I'm of porcelain, you're a shitty hunk of plastic Sad cocks in silver locks, they want to treat you like the dog Nervous? Tie the knot, floating alongside the swans Face filled with dismay, no rose in the bouquet Her summer felt cliche, as Autumn cries for her decay Broken table, keep me unstable You're a fable, you're a fable Broken table, keep me unstable You're a fable, you're a fable Yeah, you're a fable, coiled like a cable Spin you like a dreidel, spin you like a dreidel Cover me in maple, like it's fatal Like it's fatal, covered me in maple Yeah, she undresses her shirt That's his favorite part, but she thinks it's the worst He's getting real cheeky with his hands up her skirt She hates it, but she knows that it's part of the work Now the little pig's tryna give her a smirk Tryna tell her about his day at church Then her mind goes back in reverse Then it goes back in reverse It goes back in reverse Skull fucked, petals plucked, pretty face starstruck Twinkle shine leavin' her eyes, soil rather alkaline Pupils pinpricked, it must feel fantastic Jealous I'm of porcelain, you're a shitty hunk of plastic Sad cocks in silver locks, they want to treat you like the dog Nervous? Tie the knot, floating alongside the swans Face filled with dismay, no rose in the bouquet Her summer felt cliche, as Autumn cries for her decay