Get out I can still taste your skin It reeks of all the other lips that kissed it Hedonist, with your legs open The better to incite a foreign sin with
Why try I'm so broken and sick Optimism is a euphemism for delusion When all is said and over with You're desperate for attention
Sanity is slowly slipping I can't live this way I would rather constantly convince myself that I'm alright
I swallow you down in a bottomless glass I can stop when I want; I just want this to last Disillusion myself so we don't have a past Sew our limbs together so we'll stay attached
I'm impressed by your feigned affection Insincere repentance Ignorant intentions
But something inside me finds a way to think that you're not wrong Our makeshift mends are delicate and we know we don't belong I'm still here, against my will, should've folded so long ago Deception lies in your lion's teeth that grab me by the throat
Words fall off my tongue But my mouth stays closed And I'll stitch it shut So no one knows
Get out I can still taste your skin It reeks of all the other lips that kissed it Hedonist, with your legs open The better to incite a foreign sin with
Why try I'm still broken and sick Pessimism is the only reasonable conviction When all is said and over with, I'm desperate for this fiction
I'm pathetic You're synthetic
My metathetic rhetoric is cynical and lyrical Cyclical and personal I'm such a fool for you
Words fall off my tongue But my mouth stays closed And I'll stitch it shut So no one knows