She Knows

He's palming while a burn's in play He can't convince her eyes to stray He's shuffling through old routines He turns and throws he's out he's clean She sees right through le tourniquet And whispers Mr. Mercury And he's been made for quite a bit He hides behind another trick (She knows) he can't let it slip It's in his grip But dirty hands can't misdirect There's no more goddamn cigarettes There's balls and coins and gimmick decks Sleeves of plastic green bouquettes Oh, he's been told the word's "bouquets" But she's not one to change his ways She knows, she knows When mercury's about to fold She knows, she knows, she knows She knows, she knows Immune to any equivoque She knows, she knows, she knows Tomorrow night she'll trail exhaust The GPS will scream she's lost The keys are hanging by the door They're fucking on the kitchen floor They hate themselves, they hate it more When honesty's a dirty whore Whose face is hard to memorize Just cut it loose and improvise (She knows, she knows) tensions rise They compromise He signs it with a vivid pink Invisible, infested ink Stares like she's afraid to blink Pours herself another drink And promises to pay the cost Hand to god and fingers crossed She knows, she knows When mercury's about to fold She knows, she knows, she knows She knows, she knows Immune to any equivoque She knows, she knows, she knows She's gone to bed, he goes to speak But he can't find the words he needs Instead he hopes she's counting sheep But knows that when he falls asleep She packs a bag and goes to leave Stands outside and longs to grieve She turns around, returns the keys Lies in bed and make believes He knows, he knows Both aware of what she chose He knows, he knows, he knows He knows, he knows Terrified he'll let her go He knows, he knows, he knows He knows, he knows