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sometimes one needs to remember past terror to feel...good |
Two doors inside my head Leading down to the dark place Close my eyes, curled up in my bed One set of keys, jingling in my brain In rhythm with footsteps Close my eyes, run my hand over the windowpane Dust on my fingers And dirt on my face Close my eyes, the silence and the stillness Tepid showers, mental illness Two thousand voices, coming from the hallway Two thousand voices call for me Get over it, honey Nightmares come, nightmares go Cold water flowing Move on, honey Get calm, get strong Smells like burning rubber I think I need it to feel alive Just one more night inside One more cold set of eyes Another glance at the metal-screened skies Lay your hand on my skin Put your fingers in Get on with it, honey Stand up, keep walking Hands together, eyes on the floor I think I need it to feel alive Body pressed against the door Get over it, honey They can’t hear you Tastes like helplessness Kind of stings the tongue Oh yes, delicious fear The sound of keys jingling in my ear How long will you keep me here? Because deep inside, I never want to leave I feel bound to this Give me the keys; put them in my hand Let me hold them to my chest The little girl inside me needs those keys near her to rest Put your hands on my pale sallow skin Stick your fingers in Run your eyes like a hot shower on my body Throw my door open and check up on me and where I’ve been Put your keys in. |