Self Inflicted Stripes

Zebra life in black and white
With no room for improvement now
You want me to leave, or just bleed
Crimson curtains on the ground

So silence is the quickest form
Of telling me the truth
Dial tone and here alone
Read the poems for the clues

Keep my hollow heartbeat
You keep your good mood
Save the lies, and self inflicted stripes
Because I don't mean s*it to you