Twisted Tell-All

I am fall down dark The lights fade me out in smoke and heat I’ve got a black light glow at my back Tonight’s a tell-all and I need to let you know I can’t watch her twisting razors I can’t stand it anymore I get itchy when she’s working Tonight’s a tell-all and I need to let you know She uses it on clothes and props and fiddles with the blade Clicking in and clicking out She sits and clicks it and the sound won’t go away Tonight’s a tell-all and I need to let you know I know it’s sharp and so very nice But I have pushed that dark away She doesn’t know I had to fight it She can’t know it still won’t go away Tonight’s a tell-all and I need to let you know Hun, please stop The razor bothers me It’s been so hard to make it go away I can whittle wood without caving I can cook and not dive for red But the clicking and twisting it makes me itch I’ll be home tomorrow, so just for now Please put that pretty blade away I can deal with pocket knives and I can with silverware But god, a bare razor laughs at me It calls and pleads for me to hold Tonight’s a tell-all and I need to let you know