oh your eyes
silver as a red hot butcher knife
far from the kitchen island life where you and I crushed the ice
and you know that your role is only this
to finally at last accept the risk
and the mouth in the mirror says no excuses
mouth in the mirror says no excuses
mouth in the mirror says no excuses
oh your teeth
glitter from across this rainy street
far from that brief encounter we get messy with bedridden meat
and you know that your filthy final kiss
offers me a kind of happiness
and the mouth in the mirror says no excuses
mouth in the mirror says no excuses
mouth in the mirror says no excuses
...
here and there
leave a little strand of downy hair
leave while the baby billionaires make spiderwebs from threads of air
and you know that your role is only his
even if you really really don't exist
and the mouth in the mirror says no excuses
mouth in the mirror says no excuses
mouth in the mirror says no excuses
mouth in the mirror says no excuses
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