2nd Intermission

2nd Intermission

second intermission, anticipation

you know the third act

small talk drops out of the play

you're standing in the lobby

tightening your tourniquet

waiting for it

waiting for it

and the bell sounds

and the lights flash

and there's all these questions millin' around

and there's no time to ask

blissful little Miss Leading

she's learning about bleeding

but what is love if not exquisite art

our only saving grace or is it

and somewhere in your iris

the reflection of my surprise is

stroll past every last 'do not enter'

and touch me in my epicenter

and the bell sounds

and the lights flash

and there's all these questions millin' around

and there's no time to ask

I'm always trying to get there

i never really get there

to that quiet place where I accept myself

instead I'm deep inside some high school

locker room, no clothing

popping zits of my self-loathing

under flourescent lights

and the bell sounds

and the lights flash

and there's all these questions millin' around

they're too ashamed to ask

second intermission, anticipation

you know the third act

small talk drops out of the play

you're standing in the lobby

tightening your tourniquet

waiting for it

waiting for it