Proof

To be loved like a child's toy or cigarette

Is to die a funny feeling in a chest

The girls bleed and drape over the recliner

You breathe slow in the dark

Letting pass every spark

Counting on me to catch eyes like fire

But you don't know me, bitch

You don't know me, bitch

The front door nods like an old plug

Ignitions lull with a hum

And just when you thought you could trust me to leave

You don't know me, bitch

You don't know me, bitch

I wished for you to read my mind

I wanted you to come and find

Me waiting in the foyer for you

And when you weren't there

I made out of thin air

What would bear resemblance to proof

That you don't know me, bitch

You don't know me, bitch