And I say once again how I will build myself smaller than you
But I will not allow myself to become smaller than you.
I want all the beauty of paper skin stretched over delicate collarbones,
beautiful hip bones cutting lines into your bed sheets in the morning.
But I don't want the frailty.
I want my piano fingers to be crafted out of iron bars
I will never be stuck in your cell.
You chuckle into my hair
Because the beautiful girl always says that
Right before she takes a chunk out of her own spine and
The beautiful girl always protests against the fingers you have pressed into her cheekbones.
I will build myself to be your shadow.
Don't worry, you get the light. You get the spotlights on the stage but I
I will not die in the darkness.
The beautiful girl always says that but I vow that I will steal away all the light in the world if you break me down.
I will imprison you behind my iron bar fingers and force you to look out my eyes.
And feel what it feels like to be
The side dish.