Fangs

And every time she tries to find

The kind of love that won't leave her behind

She ends up feeling like some sort of shadow on the wall

Raised and braised on mysticism

Like Jesus flesh and cataclysmic

Punishment for following

The hunger her pleasure creates

She falls downstairs completely aware

It'll tarnish her beauty beyond all repair

The bruises that blossom remind her she's human

She hates that more than the fact

(So she)

She hides her fangs behind her back

She slips them in when no one's watching

Pretends to laugh

At the boxes she's been born in

She hides her fangs out in the open

Hoping somebody will steal them

And her

When she was young she held a fantasy

Of being the female Steve McQueen

Careening an ancient motorcycle

Through the throngs of those she hates

The spirit of sperm it haunts her thoughts

Like harnesses for golden swans

Her belly deserves a future much brighter

Than a hovel for a squatter

She chews her fingers down to the bone

Whenever she feels her life's out of control

She plays the piano, it sounds like tornadoes

But who will tell her the truth?

(I won't)

She hides her fangs behind her back

She slips them in when no one's watching

Pretends to laugh

At the boxes she's been born in

She hides her fangs out in the open

Hoping somebody will steal them

And her

Every time she tries to find

The kind of love that won't leave her behind

She ends up feeling like some sort of shadow on the wall

And I wish that I could provide

The kind of weapons money don't buy

Together we'd go hunting through

The hollows of our hearts

And kill the things that keep us down

And cut the strings to which our fears seem bound

You kiss the flicker of the flames that burn us out

From within