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