Nothing but the Bloody Truth (Depravity)

You shut me in, I shut you out
A broken box of false assumptions
Pretty pinks of who you made me
Tainted by the who I am

Not your superwoman (I was only half joking)
I don’t own the answers for your bleeding heart
You make me into what you want to: She’s only who I wish I was.

What if I thought about all the things
You hate yourself for thinking?
Twister never quite lost its sex appeal
In the kiss I’ve only had a thousand times.

What if the piano had less to do with the melody
And more to do with pride in me?
Is it hypocracy—To never let you see, the me I hate.

And is it wrong to hide this darkness
(Was it me or you who was naked?)
The selfishness that drives my mind—
(I can’t get off any other way)

We’re really all rowing the same sinking boat
Holes in the bottom we poked through ourselves
Because we know that we deserve to drown.

Is number one so important—really?
(shower lacking pressure: bodies press together)
All we ever bloody do is serve him.
Walking in circles to find the edge of the earth.

Hate me all you want for hating sin—days I hate myself
But we’re still all after the orgasm, that lets us
Forget that we just crossed a line we can never regress.

I shut you in, you shut me out
We box each other up real tidy
But in reality— We’re all in the same bloody box.