Phantasmagoria

Agony descends a wave
a nocturnal spindrift erodes my psyche away
look up, to the sky's above
a crimson ice age is beginning to take shape

she says I need help,
but you can help the cards you've been dealt
my mind has been coming apart for years
and my nightmares transpose all my fears

my psycho-analyst hides behind a full fringe
she is embalmed with l'occitane revitalising day cream
her good nature makes her too accessible
and a creature that is too easy to manipulate should be put out of its misery

her eyes speak of a pain that erodes like corrosive rain
its written all over her face and I turn my face away at her good gesture  
apart of me unravels at her kindness, she's sweet, she's cute,
and apart of me wants to nurture it, and another part of me wants to destroy it

humour me with your shabby chic
humour me with your shabby chic
humour me with your shabby chic
a twentieth century doll diseased
 
all the clichés are woven in your fucking wide cabled knit wear
yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't care

but no I don't care, no I don't care
about her split ends from over drying her thin hair
under her tinted moisturiser acne skin lays prone
a stress break out with uneven skin tones
her secrets are now my ammo
her secrets are now my ammo
explosive at the tip,
I'll shoot her down from the hip
because my feelings cant help but show
I know now that she knows
I now know that she knows that I know
my cover has been blown

under her microscopic pyscho-babble blur
she exposes how my cycling drug habit will always reoccur
if I don't take control
I lay my cards down and fold

oh no.. oh no
she's got a tiny speck of lipstick on her teeth
this can only mean one thing
she knows my actions before I even speak
she has one up on me
her Chanel number five smells fucking divine

the way her freckled skin is radiant from sun exposure
I feel this creeping feeling, is this love, is this love

I love her chipped nail varnish
I love her cracked hands from contact dermatitis
I love her grown out hair roots
I love her scuffed Louis Vuitton boots

sometimes someone can have a hold over you
and they'd be lying if they say they cant survive without you
survival is the best thing you can do
when they leave and take apart of you