Recess.

You tear me down, I feel so weak.
It's hide and seek, hide and seek.
Scotch tape mouth so I can't speak,
pour me a glass of something sweet,
like gasoline, gasoline.

I wanna call myself an ambulance,
cos I can't swim, can barely dance.
My vision blurs, I'm in a trance.
Lost any chance for romance;
just resistance, and violence.

Heart's locked up, its wrists are chained;
the consequence of losing grace.
Our love's a refugee on the run 
all out of chase, feeling displaced.
Matchboxes and misery litter my home,
now that you've gone, left me alone.

I would rather endure your abuse
than the emptiness within these halls.
Cancer coloured corridors that make me sick,
I cough then catch my breath, and take a sip,
as red wine stains my restless soul.

You close your eyes, and count to three,
I cover my own but leave a little space, 
so I can see you search for me, 
through the mess, amongst the waste.

If only we could find the words to say,
we could both win at this game;
this hide and seek, it's child's play.
This hide and seek is child's play.