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Pleasant Little Picture

V6

[Intro] Keep your hands where I can see them Keep that polished grin in place Every kindness has a shadow Every welcome hides a blade [Verse 1] You leave a card beside my coffee Signed in ink that never dries Ask me how the week has treated me Count the weakness in my eyes You remember every birthday You remember every scar Then you turn the lock behind me Like you knew me from the start [Pre-Chorus] I can taste the sugar burning I can hear the floorboards bend You call the cage a shelter You call the wound a friend [Chorus] Take that pleasant little picture Take it down and let it break I won’t bow beneath your blessing I won’t wear your borrowed face You can dress the lie in velvet You can serve it on a plate But I know the hand that feeds me And I know the price you take [Verse 2] There’s a medal on your jacket There’s a sermon in your throat Every promise comes with fine print Every lifeboat has a rope You make cruelty look careful You make hunger sound refined But the door is wide behind you And I’m leaving you confined [Pre-Chorus] I can taste the sugar burning I can hear the floorboards bend You call the cage a shelter You call the wound a friend [Chorus] Take that pleasant little picture Take it down and let it break I won’t bow beneath your blessing I won’t wear your borrowed face You can dress the lie in velvet You can serve it on a plate But I know the hand that feeds me And I know the price you take [Bridge] No more nodding at the table No more laughing on command No more trading pieces of me For a place inside your plans When the room goes cold around you When the polished words run dry You’ll discover I was listening You’ll discover I survived [Breakdown] Say it sweetly Say it slow Tell me who you think you own Say it sweetly Watch me leave Keep the promise up your sleeve [Final Chorus] Take that pleasant little picture Take it down and let it break I won’t bow beneath your blessing I won’t wear your borrowed face You can dress the lie in velvet You can serve it on a plate But I know the hand that feeds me And I know the price you take [Outro] The room is yours The lock is gone The smile is off I’m moving on