See Through

Dirty water clouds your eyes.
Come sit next to me
My pale, fragile boy.
Will I ever convince you
I’m an innocuous heart.
Will I ever convince you
I’m an innocuous heart.
And oh, oh my child,
Your face is wearing its age.
And the scars under the stars,
They’re threading you right in.
And oh, oh my child,
Your face is wearing its age.
And you call to tell me that you’ve changed.
That your feathers are still ruffled
And your pillow looks the same
And the clock is ticking
Under the bare blue skies.
Yeah im getting used to
Being see-through with you.
Yeah im getting used to
Being see-through.
Yeah im getting used to
Being see-through with you.
Yeah im getting used to
Being see-through.
And there’s nothing left for you to take.
And there’s nothing left for you to break.
And there’s nothing left for you to take.
And there’s nothing left for you to take,
For you to take,
For you to take.
There’s nothing left for you to take.
There’s nothing left for you to…