Switchblade

There's plenty of switchblade traitors here
Slight of hand can fool the eye
To disguise the dagger clenched beneath the kiss
The news is darker than I feared
Cold, down, spat out like a sigh
Rain all over just to hide the sight of bliss
And they're flashing thorny lies around the room
My hollowness as perfect as a tear
I'm listening for a single work that's true
But you're not here

There's little could hold you too long here
I'm confessing that the shame's mine
Temptation takes me that same way
You made the break and cleared the slate
Now I'm calling on the main line
There's such fiction here that steers the ship today
And your lifting as you're floating through the room
I turn my head each time I feel you near
But the devil's always trying to block the view
So you're not here

I roll my sleeve to take it on the chin
Charge my glass and raise it with a cheer
And I celebrate my fortress within
'Cause you're not here
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eah, you're not here