The Perfect

The Perfect

Killing Tree (The)
(album: The Romance Of Helen Trent)

I never noticed the color of your eyes
until I saw them in the reflection of this knife.
green with envy for a life you never had.
bloodshot contempt when I extend my hand
(so breathe and show us what you´ve got underneath
clench your fists until they bleed)

see how and why I know
I don´t think that this is what I want anymore
I don´t care if God can save me now
here I sit with hands cupped and head bowed
and I wonder if you´re out there have you seen my name in lights?
I don´t care at all
In this world of kiss and tell I´ve got no stories to speak of now
silence fills this empty hole
so naive to think, that I could make you feel one thing

this excavation of my chest has produced nothing
bow your head and pull your eyes down to see
my hand around your wrist
I turn and twist this blade deeper into me
(you can´t always get what you want but if you
try sometimes might just fin you´ll die on you knees)
wait ´til the perfect comes