High Heels - Arms

Tell me how, tell me how you make decisions

When every doubt creeps like roaches in your kitchen

And every sound, it keeps within an inch of what’s allowed?

Safe in something comforting and deep

Until an ancient terror grips you in your sleep

Hold me closer, pull me deep into your arms

Words of comfort ring in your ear

I’m always feeling off this time of year…

You’re at the table crying like you’ve got something to prove

So I left the building, what was I supposed to do?

Covering your intention and you cower in my presence

And I turn you on when the guests are on, I love you to the level of my heart

Hold me closer, won’t you sever every tie?

And sing a lullaby, and sing a lullaby?

Words of comfort ring in your ear

And in my dreams you turn on me

With flashing eyes and razor teeth

I’m always feeling off this time of year…