Meet Me In St. Louis Why Thankyou Suzie
strangers posing as lovers
holding hands
scratching for physical attention
like kids who have never been hugged
were hiding in our body bags
what shall we talk about now?
we can kiss
but we've got nothing to say
lets just pretend
its something genuine
fake smiles and handshakes
if you say so
this is love
polystyrene kisses
paper faces listen
artificial feelings
tendencies to lay there and play dead
secretly sleep alone
ever since the accident
i have not been sober
building up your confidence
posing as my brother
i'm confused, lets just pretend
we can kid each other
take it as a compliment
and wait till i fall over
now i'm thinking about leaving
'only good things' makes this over
throw me around
but keep your voice down
i'll exit this town, right after i've kissed your hand
if this was for real
we would feel
a lot more than this.
