At night she drinks to drown you out
And become one with apathy,
Intoxicated, she'll learn how to hide
Every self indulgent tear.
You see she's built her ideal of you,
From all these pictures in her head
And it’s a paper mache master piece
This collage made of lovers she once knew.
As an image you are so perfect
And as translucent as tissue,
No secrets within the construct
She unwittingly designed for you.
You dance in front of her like a mirror
And she's fallen captive to your image,
A body brimming with promise
Of a sentiment repeated time after time
She doesn’t see you yet as just a puppet;
She's not learnt to spot a heart in mime,
So she'll slowly undo you at the seams
And reducing you to paper she'll discover
Everything our hearts make, dies in time.
