something subconscious

Oh darling,
your intentions elude me
Are you feeling crowded in this crowded room dear?
You turn the lights on and off
Walk away, scream a name at the top of your lungs
and hang a tired head
defeated

That's what I know
weather I know it or not

Well I've stewed up some theories, seasoned justifications
in response to your actions
I let you get away with it
There I claim fault
and we dance around the room
ignoring what we can not

That's what I know
weather I know it or not

Yet when your skins crawling
in the bruise of morning
We retreat between the sheets
Where your heart is safe
and sorrys left for the mirrors face

That's what you know
weather you know it or not

So you flake away
more and more day by day
and you try to kill the pain
anyway you can
but it grows back like a rose bush
beautiful dangerous
When you sit down by me
pricked fingers bleeding
I wont mind when it hurts
and i wont hide if it gets worse

That's what you know
weather you know it or not...