Remedy/Play Me Off

A remedy is all he asks for. He flees through the skies with his private army. Becoming a shepherd of hurt. Smashed glass, the spider's web. Tormented of the dreams that used to be his. I only wanted to be like you. But your discreet violence hides the real you. Something far more sinister.

You play me off like a business venture with all the bonuses only you can think of. I sometimes think I'd have just been a pawn in your chess game. And I can only look out the window in shame because I just don't want to play.

A remedy is all he asks for. But there's no way that we can be part of the same deal. You and me speak two different languages despite talking in English. Play me off with precision. A neat trick you learnt with all the other boys. But it doesn't work with me. I'm too detached from our sham culture to ever fall for you. You just want someone cheap to take your clothes off for you.

A remedy is all he asks for. But more and more I can see myself growing more and more withdrawn from everyone, everything that's within touching distance. But don't ever pretend to say that you care. I can see it's just a ruse you use on me. And it's no good. It never was.