Ben Christophers

Fake Eyelash

Ben Christophers


Inside a rolling stone 
I look for you 
Inside a stolen thief 
I listen closely 

Murdered by yourself 
No one else 
Like a fake eyelash I lie to myself 

A moon is shining high above your way home 
A vampire on your mind drinking the water 
That falls from your eyes and your heart 

When will she notice me and no one else 

Like a fake eyelash I lie 
To myself I lie that she loves me