We are dancing on knives here We are chancing on lives here We are dreaming through mine fields We are screaming that time heals
You are dealing your issues We are acting like kids today I am peeling scar tissue And I am scratching the itch you made
As you die in your meds I still try to forget that I can still find you here I can always find you here I take a bit, then I spit I choke on every sip Bu I can still taste you, dear And I’ll always taste your pills I can always taste your pills