Wax Violet

Keshco

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Violet knows the truth
And that's why we fight
That's why we spend all day
Searching for the knives:
Because we don't have lives
We have sequels
Cheap and badly directed
Sometimes you can see the walls shake
Our moves are rehearsed
The sky is fake
Our moves are rehearsed
The sky is fake
The sky is fake
The sky is fake

Rips my skin at night – wakes me with wax
Rips my skin at night – chokes me
She drips on the carpet

The days yawn open like wounds
I ponder my health
We could have been twins
Except we look quite different
And we never agree
Yes we should have been twins
Oh we should have been twins
The sky is fake
The sky is fake

Rips my skin at night – wakes me with wax
I rip her skin at night – nails in her back
She drips on the carpet
We slip on the carpet

Sometimes I wish that I was insane
Mostly at three a.m. and in chains
Both of us cut to ribbons again