new order of saints and liars

self inflicted emotional exile, glances stolen from across the room. close your eyes to the shape of mine, check out of the heartbreak hotel. babydoll blue and wide-eyed wonder keeping me crawling back like a parasite, give me a lie to live on. look hard enough, mourning love, and maybe you can see her face in mine. 

offer myself up like a sacrificial lamb to slaughter, taking whatever you might give, wishing i was the hand on yours across the room. lie to me like you mean it, dependency on the discrepancies between the words you don’t believe. 

pull out the pin, honey, and load the bullets to play a russian roulette with half-truths and what-ifs. cock it, pull the trigger against my skull, and tell the mountains what you did.