blow jobs on bathroom floors.

oh, let's not pretend that nothing's wrong,
because it's written all over your faces.
here lies his last little bit of song.
will that fit to your expectations?

oh, no, no. that's not classy.
look who's finally being sassy.
stand a little straighter,
look them in the eyes.
and don't deny a thing about
(who) what went down that night.

and it's lip service in our favorite way.
but let's keep it hush-hush.
darling, is that okay?
bitten nails and high heels worn down rough.
soft hands to soft bodies never is enough.
it truly is "the webs we weave"
and other verses at their best.
but how do i remain so naive
test after test after test?

and it's lip service in our favorite way.
but let's keep it hush-hush.
darling, is that okay?

and what your mean to me now,
i'm not quite sure.
my thread's all tangled
and you've left me half pure.

i need out, i need to breathe,
but somehow you're always there.
i want you, i want to break
but i see your face everywhere.

and i can't help but relive that night
over again in my mind.
like a decayed filmstrip playing scenes
that run shivers up my spine.

and it's lip service in our favorite way.
but let's keep it hush-hush.
darling, is that okay?
lip service in our favorite way.
but let's keep it hush-hush.
darling, is that okay?

warm bodies melting together
on a bathroom floor
losing clothes and dignity
behind an unlocked door.

oh, and how typically cliche of you,
to place the setting so.
secrets have never worked with us.
don't be surprised that they all know

about that lip service in your favorite way
but we'll keep that hush-hush.
darling, is that okay?

and lying in bed next to where you should be
was not my idea of pleasure.
listening to whispers of, "did you tell?"
and, "how did she know about her?"

that empty space at my side
should have told me you'd never return.
i should have stolen one more smile
to help ease the pain of the burn.