January 17, 2006

  • PSTD Spends The Evening
                                         While Pearl Talks To Her Lover
                                                               And Seeks Solid Ground

    The girl with scars
    on the back of her neck,
    you know,
    the one
    with the long silver hair
    hiding in the long blonde hair,
    the one looking in the mirror,
    she needs to go,

    gotta bug out of here
    where's the door now.
    Now! 

    She can't stand
    the ambiguity
    and if that's not it,
    she'll find
    something else
    another reason
    why
    she has to go. 

    She has too many imperfections
    and she really can't stay. 
    That's it. 
    Where's the door? 

    There's the razor blade
    bared
    on the thin edge of hope,
    and she can't live there
    because she bleeds. 

    The door,
    where is the damn door. 

    Stay for the promise? 
    Sweet. 
    But promise
    never stuck well
    to my skin
    and the sweetness
    always slides off
    getting that barbed wire
    out there
    in the open again
    snagging my fuckin' life. 

    Don't call me lover,
    but you can punch me
    if you catch me
    in time
    before
    I hit the door
    better hurry
    I'm gone. 
    Gone. 
    I'm out of here. 

    Let go my arm. 

    And if you won't,
    use those,
    use the old holes,
    it's easier,
    I've been crucified
    on wanting's cross before. 
    The holes never close
    fully
    how dare they
    you won't have to hit so hard
    since they're still open. 

    Let go
    please let go. 
    That girl
    with scars
    on the back of her neck,
    you know,
    the one
    with the long silver hair
    hiding in masquerade
    as blonde,
    that girl? 

    She's walking
    right back
    into the black place
    where it's easy
    and the night has names
    she understands.