second intermission, anticipation

you know the third act

small talk drops out of the play



you're standing in the lobby

tightening your tourniquet

waiting for it

waiting for it



and the bell sounds

and the lights flash

and there's all these questions millin' around

and there's no time to ask



blissful little Miss Leading

she's learning about bleeding

but what is love if not exquisite art

our only saving grace or is it

and somewhere in your iris

the reflection of my surprise is

stroll past every last 'do not enter'

and touch me in my epicenter



and the bell sounds

and the lights flash

and there's all these questions millin' around

and there's no time to ask



I'm always trying to get there

i never really get there

to that quiet place where I accept myself



instead I'm deep inside some high school

locker room, no clothing

popping zits of my self-loathing

under flourescent lights



and the bell sounds

and the lights flash

and there's all these questions millin' around

they're too ashamed to ask



second intermission, anticipation

you know the third act

small talk drops out of the play



you're standing in the lobby

tightening your tourniquet

waiting for it

waiting for it