*find the lines to speak your mind and pry it open hoping for an encore*

So be it, i'm your crowbar
if that's what i am so far
until you get out of this mess

and i will pretend that i don't know of your sins
until you're ready to confess
but all the time, all the time
i'll know, i'll know

CHORUS
And you can use my skin
to bury secrets in
and i will settle you down
and at my own suggestion
i will ask no questions
while i do my thing in the background
but all the time, all the time
i'll know, i'll know

baby-i can't help you out when she's still around
so for the time being i'm being patient
and amidst this bitterness
if you'll just consider this-even if it doesn't make sense
all the time-give it time

and when the crowd becomes your burden
and you've closed your curtains
i'll wait by the backstage door
while you try to find the lines to speak your mind
and pry it open hoping for an encore

and if it gets too late for me to wait
for you to find you love me and tell me so
it's ok don't need to say it