Circus - Audrey Horne

Hold your breath as you cross this bridge

You feel a shiver when it’s storms like this

Try not to focus on what’s underneath

You feel the wood crack beneath your feet

It’s getting better but it seems so wrong

It’s not me, no, it’s not me

Inside the circus there’s a thousand eyes

And they’re staring down on me

Days, they come like this and pass

Like a slideshow or a cabaret

Try to scream through your broken lungs

And tell your story with a twisted tongue

But you don’t wanna see the world like I do

Obsessed, possessed, and out of tune

'Cause I don’t really think it’s worth it, you’ll see

Covered up in sawdust, it makes it harder to breathe

It’s getting better but it seems so wrong

It’s not me, no, it’s not me

Inside the circus there’s a thousand eyes

And they’re staring down on me

I’ll cut 'em up all for you, I’ll be damned

If it’s all pretty and good out there

And I swear that I’m a sucker for the ugly things

You’re keeping in your closet, girl

It’s getting better but it seems so wrong

It’s not me, no, it’s not me

Inside the circus there’s a thousand eyes

And they’re staring down on me

It’s getting better but it seems so wrong

It’s not me, no, it’s not me

And every time I open up this box

It keeps staring back at me