Every time i think of pushing you down the stairs I lick My lips But don't be upset, it's the only way i know how To show you that i really care I lie to you every chance that i get And i make it just close enought to the truth That you go for it every time But don't misunderstand I leave fingerprints outside of your window In the shapes of positive messages I've got a present for you It's made from pieces of my skin Trailing slices of pale light Thread and needle closing in Raking window from the pane And ready to commit Sway back through gray beams of slate On fingers cold and thin