Bodies aren't good at keep secretes
To Adam Phillips you fucking coward.
Your fist show me your strength,
But your eyes show me your weakness.
Bodies aren’t good at keeping secretes.
Ask hers.
Tongues can only spit so many lies that eyes never could hide.
She never fell down the stairs,
She never tripped over the coffee table.
Hearts are made for love but tell me why does yours hold so much hate.
I told you,
Bodies aren’t good at keeping secretes.
Ask hers.
You aren’t the monster that hides underneath my bed,
You’re the monster that sleeps in my Mothers.
You broke her smile with her fist,
You choke her with the booze on your breath.
I told you bodies aren’t good at keeping secretes.
Ask hers.
My heart doesn’t hold hate,
but my eyes will never forgive you,
neither will yours.
You left the cord around her neck,
you left the golf clubs on the bed,
you left with my innocence,
you left me branded with sinister.
I don’t hate you.
But i told you,
Bodies aren’t good at keeping secretes.
(2014)
