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Thinly Veiled

from The Hair on yr Head by David F. Bello

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can you tell im just talking to make you laugh
and that im living from one sentence to the next
are you happy with how this is going
because im drowning in yr mystery

whoever owns the names you use
to speak to friends i cant earn or lose
obviously knows a thing i know
abt how to go abt speaking to you

inside jokes are nothing at all
except little tricks from up within my sleeves
its easier than giving you a call
because i dont have to plan a message to leave

confide in me yr secrets so deep
that they burrow out from underneath
their little legs are as sharp as knives
and theyre practiced in the art of taking lives

i lie when i say:
policemen they know more than me
and firefighters know less
i say arson isnt a felony
and there is no pain in my chest

hopefully i can make it the truth
when i tell you this is the last song
ill stop avoiding any mention of you
and ill keep my metaphors true

upon deciding to give up on all dreams
i see ive ruined em all on my own
if i ever sleep ill be dead
if only i could truly alone

if there was another soul to give me hope
id be able to forget there was another way
id be a machine with barely a single use
so keep quiet if you dont know what to say

if you tell a soul how ive made up my mind
to be rid of good, evil, and in between
youll have ruined my secret and damaged my find
just keep making a scene!

ive got no way to tell what i need to get out
innocent, unhurt, and unmarried
no eyes, no ears, no mind, no fears
make up my mind for me

is it still a crime if there is no victim
except for the perpetrator
i say we all have the right to hurt ourselves
even if the risk of dying is greater

she cant come back to me
sunce she never was that close
i miss the smile that closed her eyes
and the subtle way she wore her clothes

surprisingly i thought there may be hope
another surprise, i took a chance
of asking the questions i never got out
and ill rarely if ever use again

you pop yr head in for a quick hello
but im busy or at least pretending so
can you tell theres a look in my eyes
that you can never know

blue and grey and red and white
walking through town on a spring night
caffeine bubbles in my veins
theres a desire to fall from this height

her arms wrap around me when i fantasize
we live happy near blank homes
we dont have children but in the future we might
get a dog and feed him our bones

our skeletons will rest on mt. olivet
and at night our ghosts can walk free
to the school where we met
and stroll by the library

before we expire we can both retire
move away from the monument
to florida or paris or canada
or wherever judas was sent

i can see evidence of a possibility
that chances are never was real
shes just a trick of fate
a spin on a tired wheel

how did i miss a glance so quick
that it barely existed at all
ever since then ive been feeling sick
and im just so sick of it all

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from The Hair on yr Head, released January 1, 2006

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David F. Bello Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

I sing for The World is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die. This is my solo project.

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