Word Thingys: Salome Strangelove
Sometimes it’s not the storm that breaks you but the aftermath
All that trauma — it’ll run you down ‘n stalk you like a psychopath
It’ll back you into corners and convince you you deserve it
Push you to your dirty knees and demand for you to worship
Until you do, and so you do
Oh, my heart was getting dusty in that thrift shop where you found me
On the marked down shelves behind all the buy-one-get-one-free’s
And you were just as broken, missing pieces, missing time
Didn’t have a lot to lose back then, you bagged me for a dime
Yeah you did, you know you did
There’s a tender spot in the corner of my lip you like to bite
A little hurt, a little burn, a little glimmer of starlight
I try to keep it secret, but I like to wear it out on grand occasions
Between the low cut dress and diamonds it disguises our persuasions
There’s a tender spot in the corner of my lip that you tattoo
There’s a tender spot in the corner of my lip where I feel you
I bear the worst mistake I ever made on my brow like a mark of Cain
You understand that causes problems ‘cause I’ve always been so vain
All those times you called me beautiful they rang so insincere
Couldn’t hear you above the screaming of my everlasting souvenirs
Until I did, I finally did
Steep learning curves with unexpected drop offs that’s the story of my life
I’m not the girl anyone brings home, not the mother or the wife
I’m complicated, out of date and I keep neatly tucked into my bubble
After all these years I still don’t get why you go to so much trouble
No, I don’t, I surely don’t
But, there’s a tender spot in the corner of my lip you like to bite
A little hurt, a little burn, a little glimmer of starlight
I try to keep it secret, but I like to wear it out on grand occasions
Between the low cut dress and diamonds it disguises our persuasions
There’s a tender spot in the corner of my lip that you tattoo
There’s a tender spot in the corner of my lip where I feel you
That tender spot in the corner of my lip is all that’s true
That tender spot in the corner of my lip belongs to you