High Heels

Tell me how, tell me how you make decisions
When every doubt creeps like roaches in your kitchen
And every sound, it keens within an inch of what's allowed?
Safe in something comforting and deep
Until an ancient terror grips you in your sleep

Hold me closer, pull me deep into your arms
Words of comfort ring in your ear
I'm always feeling off this time of year...

You're at the table crying like you've got something to prove
So I left the building, what was I supposed to do?
Covet your attention and you cower in my presence
And I turn you on when the guests are gone
I love you to the letter of the law

Hold me closer, won't you sever every tie?
And sing a lullaby, and sing a lullaby?
Words of comfort ring in your ear
And in my dreams you turn on me
With flashing eyes and razor teeth
I'm always feeling off this time of year, my dear