Every time I think of pushing you down the stairs
I lick my lips
But don't be upset, its the only way I know how
To show you that I really care
I lie to you every chance I get
And I make it just close enough to the [bad word] That you go for it every time
But don't misunderstand
I leave fingerprints outside your window
In the shapes of positive messages
Ive got a present for you
Its made from pieces of my skin
Trailing slices of pale light
Thread and needle closing in
Raking window from the pane
And ready [bad word] Sway back through gray beams of slate
On fingers cold and thin