Every time I think of pushing you down the stairs
I lick
My lips
But don't be upset, it's the only way I know how

To show you that I really care
I lie to you every chance that I get
And I make it just close enought to the truth

That you go for it every time
But don't misunderstand
I leave fingerprints outside of your window
In the shapes of positive messages

I've got a present for you
It's made from pieces of my skin
Trailing slices of pale light
Thread and needle closing in

Raking window from the pane
And ready to commit
Sway back through gray beams of slate
On fingers cold and thin