[Intro] [Instrumental] streetlight a bus sigh her own breath in a coat [Verse] [Spoken Word] [Whispered] She is herself today Keys Coffee A face that knows how to pass No one is allowed the story Not the collar Not the stone Not the way her mouth learned to empty The enchantment has a rule She cannot speak it The word would make it too real So she lives around the secret Like a splinter made of silk [Verse] [Spoken Word] He walks into the room The collar wakes A pulse at the base of her throat Whether anything is there or not Weight Heat A circlet of attention She keeps talking like a person While the balance goes thin One step off the edge And the pretty posture is waiting Under her ordinary clothes [Pre-Chorus] [Spoken Word] She feels the precariousness That sweet sick tilt Not dropped Not free Listening Always listening For a phrase that does not belong in daylight A key disguised as a sentence [Chorus] [Spoken Word] [Whispered] She cannot say collar She can only feel collar Pulse Pulse Pulse When he is near The lock dreams of closing She stays upright She stays social She stays ready to be pretty If the words arrive [Verse] [Spoken Word] Hands want to rise She puts them in her pockets Mouth wants to part She smiles instead The slave is under the skin Patient Trained Humming Regular life is the tightrope The dungeon is the net she is not allowed to mention [Chorus] [Spoken Word] Show me your hands She does not hear it yet She only lives as if she might Any moment Any doorway Any quiet between sentences The phrase is a loaded thing in the air And she is a good girl pretending to be unarmed [Bridge] [Spoken Word] [Whispered] Look at her Functioning Feral in miniature A whole secret trembling in the throat She will not confess She will only listen And keep the posture folded Like a weapon made of courtesy [Outro] [Spoken Word] Go on Buy the thing Answer the text Stand in line Feel the weight anyway Feel the edge anyway Be herself And be one word away From dropping to pretty
