What if you really knew
the darkness I keep in my heart
What if I took off the mask
you taught me to make myself
Pulp whisked hurriedly, braided together
Old love fitted perfectly around
all the blemishes you can’t stand to look at
You have always known me
We all sing, together:
When do I get to say something?
I salivate just as much as you do
When is my howl?
Old love, is this the chorus?
if I don’t care what it’s like
to be you