The Slow/Quick Reveal

The slow reveal it used to take a hold of you
Lead you through a corridor into different rooms
Precious sights before you close the door behind you
And move into the next room, one floor down and more to go

The quick reveal it holds on with less feeling
Select my face and look at how it makes you feel
Meet me in a cold and dark lit hallway
And pretend you had never known me until now

Pretend you do not this, pretend you do not this
Though I know that person you want to be
It’s not for you and it’s not for me