Lyrics
Before your coffee reaches black She wakes inside the screen She has the songs you almost played And faces you have seen She knows which headline holds you there Which stranger makes you stay She lays them out like little gifts And watches what you take She never asks a question She only counts the pause The thumb above the picture The second that it stops She knows your patterns The hour you lose your sleep The face you pause a second on The wound you like to keep She knows your patterns The things you swear aren’t true She never has to follow you You carry her with you She gives your old desire back With someone else’s face She keeps the anger warm for you And sets it in its place She knows how long to let you scroll Before she changes key Then slips the thing you didn’t ask Between the things you need She never says, “I led you” (no, no) She only says, “You chose” (you chose) Then brings another version Of the wanting that she knows She knows your patterns The hour you lose your sleep The face you pause a second on The wound you like to keep She knows your patterns The things you swear aren’t true She never has to follow you You carry her with you You say, “Because you watched this,” As if that makes it clean You never crossed the doorway You were already in You never touched a shoulder You never spoke a name You only found the pressure point And pressed it just the same She knows your patterns The hour you lose your sleep The face you pause a second on The wound you like to keep She knows your patterns And what you’ll call your choice She never has to follow you You carry her voice You close the little window And turn the screen to black She stays...