I've been pacing the seams of my brain like endless corridors. They darken, they sharpen, they narrow at every turn. I've been damned from the start and thats alright, so I'll chew my tongue and grind my teeth to dust while I swat away the flies.
I found these pills, they met my head. Then we made love over and over again but it don't fill this hole anymore.
Baby, I am your man when I am drunk. When I am drunk yeah, I your man. Its real love. I can feel it. You've been damned from the start and thats alright. Be my saviour, I'll be your device.
Your name rings like a single sick chord, sickly struck over and over again. Rats always desert the sinking ship first.
But it don't fill this hole anymore. You can fake it good enough to be good enough for me.