Marionettes

This eloquent elephant is guiding our conversation south

And I'm trying to ignore everything he's given me

And it's taking too much

Breaking the silence with your need to be heard

Caressing your ego

The less shit that we know

The better your odds are

On living all alone

Inside of your head

Oh it's got to be lonely

Secluded to your thoughts

Manipulating strings

I'm in palm of your hands

And I am nothing

I'm in the palm of your hands

And I am nothing

The toast is burning

The alarms are setting this unnerving tone

The suspense is building

Slowly smoked out of my home

Cruella is dead

Eating flowers at the party?

I guess we'll be dining for one

Manipulating strings

I'm in palm of your hands

And I am nothing

I don't want this to consume me

I'm slowly adjusting to the waves

The frost of your breath that stuns the dampness in the room

Building mildew on the cracks across your smile

Nostalgic puppets play with their hands upon their laps while

Turning faces into warped out versions of ourselves

Chipping away to make the pain stop