Scared Of The Dark

I’m on a slippery slope and I’m starting to slide
I’d show you more of myself but I’m empty inside
You once told me the truth would show us the way
And no one is lost in the light of the day

But it’s so strange to be scared of the dark
In a town that lights up whenever dogs bark
Where nothing can harm you while you’re stumbling blind
With a knife on your wrist, like words, sharp and unkind

There’s a delivery note with a package attached
And a letter that says something’s not yet dispatched
But nothing in truth would distract anyway
From the contempt that I feel when I start to say

It’s still so strange to be scared of the dark
In a house that lights up whenever dogs bark
Where nothing can harm you while you’re stumbling blind
With a knife on your wrist, like words, sharp and unkind

I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel.
Neither voices, neither faces, nor lovers or haters, Nothing’s so real.
Hair tugged from the roots, and nails chewed to the bone
You can see me, you can see me. Can you see me utterly alone?

You pour me a drink and say ‘relax and unwind’
But this thought’s on a loop and it’s bending my mind
If you wanted more proof, if you’ve wanted to say
‘Get a grip on yourself! End this unedifying display!’

It is so strange to be scared of the dark
In a room that lights up whenever dogs bark
Where nothing can harm you while you’re stumbling blind
With a knife on your wrist, like words, sharp and unkind

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