masquerade

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when i walk in all smoky
you still kiss me like i’m clean
when i stumble in with swollen eyes
you still dare me to dream

you made yourself at home
in the confines of my brain
you saw the dirty laundry
and you washed it down the drain

i parade around town
as a woman with many masks
you applaud each one of them
and peel away the last

there’s no more hiding for me
there’s no reason to act it out
there’s no room for masquerades
when heaven comes around