Starry Stairs

They ask for more; What do you think this fan club is for? I slithered up each rose corridor, I kept a warm safe place in my core Before I lost it. They ask for blood, What do you think this woman's made of? I stuck a small thin pin in my thumb; They dreamt a low long line to be crossed And I crossed it. I'm alive but a different kind of life Than the way I used to be, I retire to a split white smile to be seen In on an old sad magazine. And this girls eyes, Well they were roughly wretched open, I could see a starry stare up your thigh. You hid behind your hair, oh, but I saw you smiling While all these guys, all these curious sets of eyes Safe behind a TV screen. I let them pry, Pick apart and hang out to dry Almost every piece of me. (If you don't love me, I'm sorry) Oh, what a trip, Oh, what a shivering silver ship, Oh, what a hot half-life I half lived Oh, and the stripes and stars How they stripped off the siding. When my life ripped, all from the part that played as a kid Into the part that blazed through your lips To find a warm, safe place then to sit Curl up inside it. So here's goodbye From the part that stays behind To the part that has to leave To the sublime lips that were never spoiled By lying to the face inside the being Who wasn't me Who wasn't me She's not me --- Starry Stairs - Okkervil River