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 truth

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 to commit
Sway back through gray beams of slate

On fingers cold and thin