What If

You use your fucked up technique Trying to get her into bed I use carefully chosen words To get in her head In your dreams you see her dancing and strip I see her aura like an acid trip Now I'm hiding under sheets of guilt That keep me going, going... What if, is what you are to me What if, is what you are to me What if, is what you are to me To me, to me, to me... Throwing tears into the lake Has gotten to be such a headache Leaving lonliness for the trees While I find something new to please me My ears prefer the sound of the clock Hitting four AM with a bang Now I'm hiding pills under my bed That keep me going, going... What if, is what you are to me What if, is what you are to me What if, is what you are to me To me, to me, to me... Flashing lights bright above me Scary faces that try to abuduct me Leaving signs that lead me to you Finding a knife that fits the cut No shortage of inner damage Just a big drop from the missing piece, a misisng piece A missing piece is what you are to me What if, is what you are to me What if, is what you are to me What if, is what you are to me To me, to me, to me... What if, is what you are to me What if, is what you are to me What if, is what you are to me To me, to me, to me...