Penny For Your Thoughts

Sharpened pain like a razor blade Now I'm finished with you Finger-paint with bloodied wrists Stick with the modernist view She creeps around Don't make a sound Nobody knows Just where she goes Paint a picture of poise and grace So then they'll think you're okay Can't have them catching on to us Don't wanna cause them dismay Give them a show So I can go home She took it away Now I'm on my own She creeps around Don't make a sound Nobody knows Just where she goes