Mouth Like a Magazine

Your eulogy is like poetry
But your mouth is like a magazine
You've locked the vermin in the other bedroom

But your mouth is like a magazine
Seething and unsettled and, oh, such a let down
But your mouth is like a magazine
Now find the fault because your boyfriend can't read
Your legacy is like poetry
But your mouth is like a magazine
But your mouth is like a magazine

So unhappy, yet so preoccupied
But your mouth is like a magazine
But your mouth is like a magazine
But your mouth is like a magazine
Your eulogy is like poetry
You are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse
Within the walls I hear all of it's legs
There must be so many to carry it over our heads
And now these rusty spokes inside my head

Names constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated
But your mouth is like a magazine
Your eulogy is like poetry
To be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful

Your eulogy is like poetry
But your mouth is like a magazine
Yeah yeah
You caught up an offering and forget which words are lies
Your eulogy is like poetry
Your eulogy is like poetry
Reflecting on to you is all the bitterness you need
Your eulogy is like poetry

Your eulogy is like poetry
Virtue isn't tangible and sense of self is dated
Your eulogy is like poetry
Then your skull echoes a singeing pop as your brain is cauterized

Are making such a grating sound
And all along an impulse lights at random in your face
Never found beaten down with your forked tongue tied
Yeah yeah
Queen dependency is cowering, please don't be confused

Your spine is made of metal, your veins are bound in electric tape