From the recording Onion Dream
Lyrics
I still look pretty on your arm;
I laugh and smile on cue;
I still have all my girlish charm;
Those quirky things I do.
But if you're my sugar daddy;
I'm a candy coated shell;
All my insides have melted away.
And I guess its just as well.
That I'm dying underneath the weight
Of these walls I felt the need to create.
I know I could be free
But what would freedom be?
There's a comfort in the quiet of this lie.
I'm into my ninth life;
I guess I'll lose the last to you.
I won't pretend that I'll be your wife
Or that this love is true.
But its convenient to have a home
So people think I'm not alone.
So they'll leave me to myself
Easing into my last hell;
There's a comfort in the quiet of this lie.
There's a comfort in the quiet of the lie.
A solitary solace in these tears that I cry
Behind closed eyes.
I'm empty once again.
I guess its time for you to go.
You will be the last to leave;
Is it comforting to know?
That I've died underneath the weight
Of these walls I felt the need to create.
And now I will be free.
Whatever freedom means.
No more need for the shelter of the lie.
The comfort in the quiet of the lie.
The comfort in the quiet.
The comfort in the quiet of the lie.
I'm empty once again.
I guess its time for you to go.