Fold your hands, don’t blink
Make the grown-ups sigh
Every pretty little thing
Has something to hide
She knew where the floorboards answered with grief
Where a father needs saving, where a mother can’t sleep
She learned every bruise, every weak little hinge
And smiled with her hands tucked under her chin
No one checks beneath the ribbon
No one counts the years in her eyes
No one asks if the angel
Is wearing a disguise
What a sweet little lie
Keep the lace pulled tight
Charming straight into your life
While underneath she holds a knife
If she cries, they believe
Disagree, she’ll make you bleed
What a sweet little lie
Turning family into grief
She brought dead flowers from a name in the ground
Like a gift wrapped up in a terrible sound
She made mercy look mean, made panic look drunk
Made the truth look sick when the evidence sunk
One child watched with a hand on her mouth
One child knew there was no way out
A treehouse burned where the secrets hid
And the grown-ups called her just a kid
No one checks beneath the ribbon
No one counts the years in her eyes
No one asks if the angel
Is wearing a disguise
What a sweet little lie
Keep the lace pulled tight
Charming straight into your life
While underneath she holds a knife
If she cries, they believe
Disagree, she’ll make you bleed
What a sweet little lie
Turning family into grief
Blacklight on
Ribbons off
Tiny wrists with old scars crossed
Blacklight on
Ribbons off
She kills the room when the costume drops
Hammer blood
Snow-white road
Fire threat
Treehouse glows
Knife to the chest
Mask came loose
Blade at the ready
The blacklight proved
What a sweet little lie
Keep the lace pulled tight
Charming straight into your life
While underneath she holds a knife
If she cries, they believe
Disagree, she’ll make you bleed
What a sweet little lie
Turning family into grief