She (You)

You come in light of day, before a stone-faced crowd

To cave my head in, right in front of everyone

You crawl up into me, turn my organs out

And leave me there to bleed out in the sun

You don't care how I'm doin', 'cause you're doin' fine

And others' troubles only slow you down

But you've got a way of makin' me pay

For the shovel while you put me in the ground

I move to shake it off, I try to scrape it off

But it clings to me like sweat on satin sheets

And while I stumble through my day and try to tear my skin away

You're caked under my fingernails

And the more I claw, the worse it feels

When they ask how I'm doin', I say, "Doin' fine"

I'm smilin' while I fight the need to scream

But you've got a thing for makin' me sing

While I beg you for the guillotine