Disassociation

I wear a mask when things are good

But when I'm not well

I gotta strip it down to the barest hell

Get to know me best when I'm at my worst

Open up my chest and dish out the dirt

Current events, evidence suggests we're all doomed

And I'm alone in this empty room

And that feels right, apropos

For end times, don't say no

This could be our last night

So kiss my lips, but don't touch my face

I'm dying for your love, child, but only if you behave

You can have every piece of me, everything but my legs

'Cause I might need them again someday to walk away