Perfect Posture

Such sweet sympathy, you give as you please
You've got such important things to say on everything
Graft true words onto your skin
They're not your own, they've never been
Replace yourself with the clothes you're in
Maybe there's nothing wrong
Rain smacks in small drops like slow beats of a clock
The one you lie next to is the judge of what you do
Hide your head beneath the sheets
As all your fears, are made concrete
Pray and hope this night retreats
Maybe you got it wrong
Daytime failed to keep its light
But the nighttime resurrects
All the reasons you left house and home
Only to perfect, the way you sit and stare right though yourself
Watch your mouth, hold your tongue
Wish your acts would come undone
Hide beneath a smiling face
Lessons learned without a trace
Confess again, just in case
Maybe you'll fade away
One last test to take
One less fear to fake
Until here comes your collapse