The Grip

In the eye of the storm You retreat black and blue As the spark dissipated He’s still burning you But “I’m happy” you say Fill your world with excuses And pull down your sleeves To hide scars from view Then button your blouse To cover a bruise He is the poison that runs through your varicose veins Always in sight he is binding you tight with his chains You are a canvas daubed with paint His purple handprints decorate The marks that show how much he loves you now It wasn’t in your wedding vows Destroy, Destroy, Destroy “But every couple have their rows” Disloyal, Disloyal, Disloyal You’re never smart You’re never pretty He will always cut you down You’re never smart You’re never pretty He will always put you down At the start you were strong But then gradually worn By disgust in his eyes At the things you did wrong But just now and again He gives you some glimpses Of who he once was A smile at the bar He is the poison that runs through your varicose veins Always in sight he is binding you tight with his chains You are a canvas daubed with paint His purple handprints decorate The marks that show how much he loves you now It wasn’t in your wedding vows Destroy, Destroy, Destroy “But every couple have their rows” Disloyal, Disloyal, Disloyal You’re never smart You’re never pretty He will always cut you down You’re never smart You’re never pretty He will always put you down He smiles just enough to make you hesitate A rose on your pillow means he’ll maybe change his ways You’re never smart You’re never pretty He will always cut you down You’re never smart You’re never pretty He will always put you down