This isn't a repeat of "Last January" This is Death in June A six-year sentence punctuated by a blood-red dot And the rips in your tights where the flesh pokes through Because you've gotten so Used to wearing costumes They've started to replace your skin Cut and sewn, formed and molded Every detail designed to replicate perfection And were you lying next to me While you were lying next to me-- Whispering rehearsed sweet nothings Through your photogenic teeth? What's a disguise But a lie for your body? What's your body But a collection of lies? I went home with nothing more than A set of stray hairs stuck to my chest Every single one a different color You played the part of a person Who longed for something more than Someone to reach up her hand-sewn skirt And you pulled me in closer With plagiarized body language Promises never meant to keep Made with bedroom eyes in love-stained sheets I've seen you more naked than nude I have peeled back your skin And though you bare it all for the cameras There's still something hidden behind the curtains If my flesh were stretched over someone as ugly inside as you I'd hide too