Get out
I can still taste your skin
It reeks of all the other lips that kissed it

Hedonist, with your legs open
The better to incite a foreign sin with
I'm so broken and sick

Optimism is a euphemism for delusion
When all is said and over with,
You're desperate for attention.



Sanity is slowly slipping,

I can't live this way,
I would rather constantly convince myself that I'm alright.



I swallow you down in a bottomless glass
I can stop when I want, I just want this to last.

Disillusion myself so we don't have a past,
Sew our limbs together so we'll stay attached.



I'm impressed by your feigned affection, insincere repentance, ignorant intentions



But something inside me finds a way to think that you're not wrong,
Our makeshift mends are delicate and we know we don't belong.

I'm still here, against my will, should've folded so long ago.
Deception lies in your lion's teeth that grab me by the throat.



I swallow you down in a bottomless glass,
I can stop when I want, I just need this to last.

We'll maintain our stasis with a fake charade of grace
and I'll embrace every word just for another taste.
Chimera of my dreams, you're my everything.

And when I close my eyes, you're all that I see.



Get out
I can still taste your skin
It reeks of all the other lips that kissed it

Hedonist, with your legs open
The better to incite a foreign sin with
I'm still broken and sick

Pessimism is the only reasonable conviction.
When all is said and over with, I'm desperate for this fiction.



(I'm pathetic,
You're synthetic)



$#&@,

My metathetic rhetoric is cynical and lyrical
Cyclical and personal
I'm such a $#&@ing fool for you.



My metathetic rhetoric is cynical and lyrical.

Cyclical and personal.
I'm such a $#&@ing fool for you.