Something We Won't Talk About - Direct Hit!

Poison cup, silver tongue was the start

You were gone, leaving you numb

Saw him round, super-clear he’d forgotten

Just the sound of his voice made you rotten

Succumbed

Promised he’s done

You’re a noose made flesh

Physical embodiment of every nightmare he wept in

But he’ll never get it, never get it

Oo-oo, tell me who are you-oo?

Dry your leaking eyes out

This is something we won’t talk about

Oo-oo, here, you want a tissue?

Dry your leaking eyes out

This is when it’s best to pass out

Good to see ya, haven’t talked since our bender

Sweating palms, asking 'do you remember?'

Oh no!

We were too stoned!

Ask him by for a drink, your apartment

Plastic wrap, got a needle

You start

Pent-up scream comes out, wiping away all doubt

You’re a noose made flesh

Physical embodiment of every nightmare

He wept, just another compliment

Noose made flesh

Physical embodiment of every nightmare

He wept, but he’ll never get it

Never get it all, no

Oo-oo, tell me who are you-oo?

Dry your leaking eyes out

This is something we won’t talk about

Oo-oo, here, you want a tissue?

Dry your leaking eyes out

This is when it’s best to pass out

Now you’re telling him 'don't make a sound'

Nah, he ain’t some wretch you found

Now he’s begging you 'please let me go'

But his ashes are needed to poison the seeds that he’s sewn

Oo-oo, tell me who are you-oo?

Dry your leaking eyes out

This is something we won’t talk about

Oo-oo, here, you want a tissue?

Dry your leaking eyes out

This is when it’s best to pass out