Late Night
Toothpicks in the ceiling
you've lost all sense of feeling
Screaming at the top of your lungs
Words that have never been sung
because it feels good
just like it should
We're smiling and high
Disguising red eyes
Your other side is revealing
cold, dark and stealing
the last chances that you ever had
when the worst of the worst wasn't nearly as bad
and the whole thing came down again
only when you feel like it - a part time friend
The toothpicks fall down, into your dinner
I'll make you proud, I'll make me thinner
Even for the alter ego I despise
the one who's built its life on lies
The one who no one claims to know
they turn away - afraid to go
too close to the edge that no one can see
where the image in the mirror isn't who he claims to be
Toothpicks in the ceiling
Your smile is concealing
the torment that you've felt these years
the oceans that have sipped our tears
promises you made and never kept
Emotional sabotage while you wept
And those toothpicks all come falling down
The last one lands, you're not around
A table empty, lonely hands
Waiting for their better halves
So much silent, too much spoken
The laughter quiets, our spirits broken
This is where the damage starts
When our trust is torn apart
You've turned away from all you knew
And now I have to do that, too
The mirrors reflection isn't wrong
i can't save you, you're too far gone
A woman leaves you with the bill
thinking that you're sitting still
And she can't see the toothpicks shot
because though you're there you're really not