What If Testo

You use your fucked up technique
Trying to get her into bed
I use carefully chosen words
To get in her head

In your dreams you see her dancing and strip
I see her aura like an acid trip
Now I'm hiding under sheets of guilt
That keep me going, going, going, going...
What if is what you are to me
What if is what you are to me
What if is what you are to me
To me, to me, to me

Throwing tears into the lake
Has gotten to be such a headache
Leaving loneliness for the trees
While I find something new to please me

My ears prefer the sound of the clock
Hitting four AM with a bang
Now I'm hiding pills under my bed
That keep me going, going, going, going...

What if is what you are to me
What if is what you are to me
What if is what you are to me
To me, to me, to me
Flashing lights bright above me
Scary faces that try to abduct me
Leaving signs that lead me to you
Finding a knife that fits the cut

No shortage of inner damage
Just a big drop from the missing piece,
A missing piece, a missing piece
Is what you are to me

What if is what you are to me
What if is what you are to me
What if is what you are to me
To me, to me, to me

What if is what you are to me
What if is what you are to me
What if is what you are to me
To me, to me, to me