Mirrors

Mirrors

Envy On The Coast
(album: Lucy Gray)

Dear Miss White,

Put down this night.
You wouldn�t believe how much it Snows
in the summer heat.
With red iron feet,
you�ll be nursing a bloody nose.

Princess, rest.
We�ll talk in our sleep,
but I wouldn�t dare to sit too close.
I can�t be your prince.
Though your secrets are safe,
I am the mirror who can�t let go.

With hair as Black as night,
her skin, a dead, pearly White,
and blood red, on the bathroom wall�

With every breath and every intake,
tip toe further away
further away from this mistake.
I�m no savior. I�m no saint, saint.
That�s not what you needed anyway.
All the cold that you caught,
the bones that you�ve bought,
the blood that you�ve lost�
you built your body in the coffin where you sleep.

Let this apartment breathe,
�cause it�s what it needs.
I�m suffocating the clock to keep you.
I think like a saint,
but swing like a thief,
and inadvertently leading you
to believe I�m your prince,
adorn your bedroom with hints.
Take the Red from your eyes
and ink it into your skin.
Now watch what you say,
�cause there�s nothing Gray,
about the color of your sin.

With hair as Black as night,
her skin, a dead, pearly White,
and blood red, on the bathroom wall�

With every breath and every intake,
tip toe further away
further away from this mistake.
I�m no savior. I�m no saint, saint.
That�s not what you needed anyway.
All the cold that you caught,
the bones that you�ve bought,
the blood that you�ve lost�
you built your body in the coffin where you sleep.

A fix. Just a little bit.
Give the girl enough to sleep through this.
So, stop staring at the mirror
before it tells you the truth.
Operate or it�ll kill you too.

With every breath and every intake,
tip toe further away.
You breathing and bloodshot, tired mistake.
I�m no savior. I�m no saint, saint.
You need to see the pieces you�ve thrown away.
All the cold that you caught,
the bones that you�ve bought,
the blood that you�ve lost�
keep your body get the hell away�

From,
Me