A busy line in the stain i call my mind, a simple...
suicide...

Choking on my own tounge, my eyes have rolled...

Im scared for my life in you, its being threatened...
i found you with open veins on a sunday afternoon...

Just waiting around for a ring on the phone and a...
to let me in on the decay...

Clamp my veins, clasp my hands. clench my fists...
never look back, a single look over those...