Graveyard

I've been calling you plenty of things.
This is what it's like when neon turns to gray.
I'm barely here, you're losing your touch, my dear.
I'll be sincere, I simply can't hide my fear.
Tasteless fashion following the herds.
You say, "Actions speak louder than words can speak."
I'm barely here, you're losing your touch, my dear.
I'll be sincere, I simply can't hide my fear.
Back and forth, back and forth.
Raise your hand, ask permission before you speak to the class.
Bang, bang, bang!
Twisting our bodies to exaggerate our games.
In the dust that decays, in this space, do you feel safe?
I can't behave.
Take a drink and pass it my way.
You want me? Come crawling, baby.
Tell me everything is okay.
Lie to me, die for me tonight.
I've been calling you plenty of things.
This is what it feels like to me, to us.