Tightrope.
Walking the tightrope between love and lust I fell hard for the drama,
Things will always turn sour and the blade stains the irony.
My mind draws a blank on the scene it just witnessed,
Another body to add to the count scored within your soul.
I screamed for them to bring the needle so you couldn't get me now,
You lie behind my eyes, babe, a ghost with heightened exposure.
They told me I was a bad girl, and locked me within these walls,
No matter how much we explained, our words meant nothing at all.
Things will always turn sour and the blade stains the irony.
My mind draws a blank on the scene it just witnessed,
Another body to add to the count scored within your soul.
I screamed for them to bring the needle so you couldn't get me now,
You lie behind my eyes, babe, a ghost with heightened exposure.
They told me I was a bad girl, and locked me within these walls,
No matter how much we explained, our words meant nothing at all.