Too much animosity
Nobody does it better than the enemy
A hope like yours won’t help me now
You can do your worst to me
At the end of the day, that’s what you do best…
Call me only when your mind is fucked
Say “I love you” and I won’t say it back
Keep your hands to yourself, take it slow
Your orphan eyes won’t be my deathblow
Call me only when your eyes are red as day
Still high from crying, smoke the pain away
Knock on my door for three weeks straight
Be a sidewalk stray, love, know I won’t wait
Call me only when you need someone else
To be your plastic pleasure, I wish you well
Kill yourself drunk to crave yourself sober
I’ll only really be here to tell you it’s all over.
I wasn’t enough
You bled me dry, which way is up?
Oh, you’re a lie, and fake
I hope the truth is not too late
That’s what you do best!