Fatal

Thoughts manifest in a wink Insanity, it beckons again Is this where the loud part begins? Right in the momentary bliss, in the midst of a toxin I shall be led into temptation Shall not fear, for you're with I We buried deep in conversation Ask what I'm thinking, and I lie And while she could give or take I guess that I'm not built that way What if it's fatal, be all and end all? What if the wait was inconsequential Too late to surface, watching the tide turn Know how it ends, but still feel suspenseful What would the neighbourhood think When the twitching of curtains insist? Empty in your heart that persists through a pinhole A camera obscura perceived on the atrium I know he speaks perfect prose 'cause On Sinai's peak, he took my hand We misheard curse words, a condemnation The only thing he understands Oh, he understands And while he could give or take I guess that I'm not built that way What if it's fatal, be all and end all? What if the wait was inconsequential Too late to surface, watching the tide turn Know how it ends, but still feel suspenseful Please, can I just take a bit more for myself? An angel or guinea, a year off my health I wish you all could understand the things that I say I'd love to come help you, I'd love to translate Each softly spoken rhyme, sew it right to your tongue Waft the amber rays arranged to your cerebrum You'd come to know exactly what I'd meant to mean We'd make up, we'd cry goodbye, a kiss on the cheek You make it so hard for a boy to believe There's anything beyond what I think and I see You make it so hard for a boy to believe This moment could hurt you, but it won't hurt me What if it's fatal, be all and end all? What if the wait was inconsequential Too late to surface, watching the tide turn Know how it ends, but still feel suspenseful What if it's fatal, be all and end all? What if the wait was inconsequential Too late to surface, watching the tide turn Know how it ends, but still feel suspenseful What if it's fatal, be all and end all? What if the wait was inconsequential Too late to surface, watching the tide turn Know how it ends, but still feel suspenseful But darling, it's not your fault