Console Her

Here's to your jealousy

my words always made you uneasy

knowing they were never aimed at you

and my body was, but that wasn't good enough

not enough to pull you through

your sick insecurities I can't help you put your mind at ease

so you destroyed her, and took it away from me

Does it make you feel better to get your words

Do you not understand why I write to them?

If you're not in script then you're probably not killing me

together innocence made ongoing

when all you

need is your name screamed in your face.

Does it scare you, confuse you

I'll slip easily

between first and third and you'll never know when it's me

or when it's you or him or the other ones you believe

or make up in your fucked up head

make it so real, that you manifest it

for everyone to see

for everyone to see

for everyone to see

and now we scream.