xenophobe redux

slip away

could i make myself invisible, hidden off, for one day...
out of sight, forgotten...
i wouldn’t have it any other way.

could i make myself more beautiful, shimmering old in decay...
bit by bit, rebuilding.
i wouldn’t dare to feel this way.

and if i get to heaven, i promise to be the same;
when everyone’s so happy, i’ll let it slip away

could i bare my soul to anyone, naked, raw, with no shame,
behind the walls and curtains...
i wouldn’t care to play that game.

could i see the words inside of you: frozen, filtered, locked away...
without a sound I’d hear you,
and leave you nothing more to say.

and if i get to heaven, i promise to be the same;
when everyone’s so happy, i’ll let it slip away