Malpractice

Pour shame all over us Harden into a crust --- cement --- Forget the glamour and Mumble a jackhammer --- under your breath --- Hide your face in the curtains Better unsaid, so close And it rolls off the tongue Almost The world expects the pose Perfectly natural --- loosen up --- Smearing wet concrete And swearing you'll never be --- caught --- At your weakest, etched in stone And we're frozen here, peeking Almost, sweet talk, caffeine Make contact Up to my neck I confess in quicksand but it's so easy for you there's always one thing do you have something to tell me? say something anything i'm warning you i'm warning you i'm fucking you i'm warning you relax it's just a phase you'll grow out of it Believe anything anyone ever tells you It's not funny any more It's thing you hate the most The thing you hate the most The thing you hate almost