Slip

I was the bullet and the gun
I am the man who can't confess

I was the boy crying on the run
I am the lonely girl in the pink dress

I see those eyes, those dark bleak starry things

They're catching and dragging me down down

You see my skin, this slick scaly worn out thing
I see these eyes in a mirror, the hollow dead things

I see you light up when you laugh, and my light goes out

You're feeling around my chest, the skin bulging up and sliding

You see my hair, it's blowing around in the wind, it fills you with doubt

I see this light, it drains slowly, staining the floor, now comes the drought