An Eye for an Eye, Love

Chewing on a Sunday afternoon
with you sitting heavy on my brain
If we're not careful we'll be insincere-
and we're not really fond of mirrors
No wonder it's so easy to believe your words
and ignore your hands
No, wait, that's backwards.
It's not the smoke, but the fire that gets in my veins
and ties knots 'til I'm at her mercy again (and her voice is so low)
Before you know it you're belly up in bed
feeling like the fly that's buzzing at my window pane
The lady spider let you in and was polite as she sucked us dry
You scream 'cause (plucking flowers from your mouth) nobody wants to listen,
but don't you know that every flower has its time
and that every bouquet one day must die?
Put the shards in my eyes, make me see from your side