haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
Singer:bright eyes
the phone slips from a loose grip
i didn't want to tell you this
it's just some guy she's been hanging out with
the past couple weeks i guess
thank you and hang up the phone
let's pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat
laughter pours from under doors
i don't understand that sound no more
this weight it must be satisfied
but you tear and tear your hair from roots
of that same head you have twice removed now
a lock of hair you said would prove
the words we spoke on freezing south street
and all those mornings watching you get ready for school
you combed your hair inside that mirror
the one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
something about those bright colors
would always make you feel better
but now we speak with ruined tongues
and the words we say aren't meant for anyone
it's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
you said you hate my suffering
and you'd take care of me
the plans were never finalized
but left to hang like yarn and twine
as you tear and tear your hair from roots
of that same head you have twice removed now
a lock of hair you said would prove
and i sing and sing of awful things
the pleasure that my sadness brings
as my fingers press onto the strings
in yet another clumsy chord
this weight would now be satisfied
i'm gonna give you only one reply
to the stranger that appears
our conversations are circles
except we keep coming back
to this meaning that i lack
he says the choices were given