i need a sure thing

you are a razor blade, you are precision-cut, you are a stare sharp as the tack in my eye?, at rest in my veins, as sharp-edged as questions the time i have left, and so you are on my mind. i need a burning stake, i need a piercing dart, i need something as hot as it is sharp, and i need to bleed, i need to burn, i need a sure thing, i need a sure thing, and you are a mystery to me, you are a paper bird, folded and folded and creased, and bent and shaped from a five dollar bill, it's priceless to me, and never spent, it hangs from a ceiling fan over my bed, and so you are on my mind, i need a burning stake, i need a piercing dart, i need something as hot as it is sharp, and i need to bleed, i need to burn, i need a sure thing, and you are a mystery to me, i'll hang my hopes all at once on a rope, there's a possibility that this is happening to someone who's not me, i'll hold my head, keep it still and pretend, that these spins and the webs, are actually desirable, i need a burning stake, i need a piercing dart, i need something as hot as it is sharp, and i need to bleed i need to burn, i need a sure thing, and you are a mystery to me