Relationship.

I made a motion as if to say
pull back the curtain or put out that flame.
Your a private collector of misshapen heads.
You won't let us see you
out of fear of where you've been.

Now pull down the sheets and send invitations,
the popping of cork and the last liquidation event.
The closer you get
the more you're willing to spend
or is it bet?

I've got a mattress that swallows my body and thoughts.
In the haze of my eyelids I once thought of clarity itself.
Now there's a purpose and only apparent
when your not looking for it.

Pull back your eyelids and invite me into your view.
Along with discretion and spending your life
you actually believed I couldn't see you
if you couldn't see yourself.
Now I just want to know how it felt.