Painkiller

by Beka   Dec 5, 2006


You always made me spread my disease
With the open eyes of another broken knee
Ambiance is overrated when it comes to you
Yeah, and your metal teeth
Crushing each finger in seeming composure
Oh, and what you were was never just a dull ache
Woah, never a dull ache

You were my painkiller
My pain filler and my pain holder-on-to
But never just a simple way to dumb it down
No, never anything more
Than a complicated mess of drugs in my system
And now the systemâ??s full of you
The systemâ??s full

Hate it and break it
And hold on, to fake it
A little more
Oh, oh, oh
And then a little more

Freaking myself out with shouts in the next room
And hating how it took so long to realise
Beauty and the beastly silence of her favourite scene
Except for when you slapped me (that was great)
And then I slapped myself (this time itâ??s really going somewhere)
Oh, because I cared in time
Woah, I cared in time (donâ??t know why)

You were my painkiller
My pain filler and my pain holder-on-to
But never just a simple way to dumb it down
No, never anything more
Than a complicated mess of drugs in my system
And now the systemâ??s full of you
The systemâ??s full

Hate it and break it
And hold on, to fake it
A little more
Oh, oh, oh
And then a little more

So leaving the room of the bars that bind me
Never again try to cut those straps, you know
But I find the hole, of a million souls
Lying next to me, in the room here next to me
Slowly peeling back from every aspect of sin
Oh, you let it go
Woah, please let it go

You were my painkiller
My pain filler and my pain holder-on-to
But never just a simple way to dumb it down
No, never anything more
Than a complicated mess of drugs in my system
And now the systemâ??s full of you
The systemâ??s full

Hate it and break it
And hold on, to fake it
A little more
Oh, oh, oh
And then a little more

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