Worries jab my waking head
Punctures from my needle bed
I sleep on thoughts of swallowed hate
Vomit in antagonizing wait
I breathe the stale air of you
An actor ready on cue
Ready to bleed my heart dry again
With your blade of undeniably sweet sin
It tastes so good yet feels so wrong
It hurts to know you dont sing the same song
So tears flow like streams of pain
I'm drowning in your rain
Just lay my head back down to rest
With your blade of sin still pressured in my chest
