The devil doesn’t live in the wasteland
The devil lives in the mirror
She lives in the curve of my shoulder
In the hollow of my collarbone, right next to my ear
The devil doesn’t live in the wasteland
The devil lives right here
In the space between my shoulder blades
She fills me with irrational fear
I want to see the sun through my fingers
When I press them together, I want to see the light
I don’t want to leave a shadow
When I’m standing, I’d rather take flight
She comes sometimes without a warning
Sometimes she leaves a lasting mark
She stays in my stomach and throws my voice away
If you can see my rib cage you can see my heart
She comes sometimes without a warning
Sometimes she leaves a calling card
Do you want to twist my words again
Do you want to mutilate my art
Chorus
If you’re really my best friend
Like you say you are
Why is it when you come around
Everything gets harder
If you’re really my lover
As you say you are
Why is it that I never feel beautiful
When I’m in your arms
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