I Need A Sure Thing

You are a razor blade

You are precision-cut

You are a stare, sharp as a tack in my eye

At rest on my veins

The pulse in my neck

A sharp edge that questions the time I have left

...so you are on my mind.

I need a burning stake

I need a piercing dart

I need something as hard as an insult.

And I need to bleed

I need to burn

I need a sure thing

I need a sure thing

You are a paper bird

Folded and folded and creased

And bent and shaped from a five dollar bill

It's priceless to me

And never spent

It hangs from a ceiling fan over my bed

...so you are on my mind

I need a burning stake

I need a piercing dart

I need something as hard as an insult.

And I need to bleed

I need to burn

I need a sure thing

And you are a mystery to me

I'll hang my hopes all at once on a rope

To the possibility that this is happening to someone who's not me

I'll hold my head

Keep it still and pretend

That these spins in the webs

Are actually desirable

I need a burning stake

I need a piercing dart

I need something as hard as an insult.

And I need to bleed

I need to burn

I need a sure thing

And you are a mystery to me