I took the concealer and I turned it around
Pointed the wand at your sleeping mouth
You won’t speak first
I’ll make sure of that now
You thought this was tender
You thought I was scared of the dark
I let you believe every single word I rehearsed in the car
Now the mirror’s cracked
And I’m the one holding the shard
I’m the one who gets to laugh last
While you’re still counting the bruises on your past
You painted me fragile porcelain and small
But the joke was on you all along
I was never the canvas I was the wall
The tube is empty now I don’t need it anymore
I smeared the last drop on the door you’re walking toward
When you turn around
I’ll be gone before you’re sore
I’m the one who gets to laugh last
You were just a verse I let pass
The punchline was never your name
It was me walking out frame by frame
Concealer
on your lips
silence
