Hysteria Is Impossible Without an Audience

Let's set the stage with a compact mirror in your bathroom I wanna look appealing for you So she'll squeeze into that black dress and her high heels That are too tall for her own sake Make a mockery of the fashion scene She committed robbery but it was foreseen Anticipation at its best You left it all in the cards For us all to see Let the kids go blind in the meantime, hopefully They'll see the bigger picture She's composed, but callous These heels don't fit her You're the poster girl, you livе for glamour But your eyes just lack conviction Oh, silly me, whеre are my manners? This is not an exposé She's the poster girl, she lives for glamour But her eyes just lack conviction Oh, silly me, where are my manners? This is not an exposé This is not an exposé, an expo This is not an exposé, an expo This is not an exposé If I ever thought ahead I could spare myself the thought of this Late nights up in bed Wondering how things could've ended up instead Watching from the end I'm afraid of the beginning Details in the middle churn my stomach to no end I hate to pretend God knows I could never fend for myself if he threw me in the deep end You threw me in the deep end With no regard, no remorse It's getting hard of course How would you feel if it were you? How would you feel if it were you? Move on when you're done with the obstacles I never could stand the thought of me But I could never stop being a part of you When there's nothing you could do to ever bother me Move on when you're done with the obstacles I never could stand the thought of me But I could never stop being a part of you When there's nothing you could do to ever bother me