If I held the gun that made your insides feel worse
Tell me, is it still a blessing or have I become your curse?
Your marionette body makes me fall apart again
After I’ve taken my prescriptions and adjusted my skin
I’m too selfish to taste all these abrasive chemicals
Forming newer lies at the tip of my pale purple tongue
So won’t you take them away and shatter up these brick walls
That’s keeping my sanity in, just another emergency man
In the bedroom floor where our breaths feel like the new testament
My tell-tale heart is still writhing and clawing desperately at the cement
You buried me in black and white, but all I could see is an endless blue
Starving for some modesty like it’s some unheard modern-day virtue
So break me away, I’m responsible for this reckless self-medication
Just to sleep and dream a little longer, just to find something to hold on
Because all I hear is anguished screaming from the other side of that door
And I could only listen so much to this overdose before I could take no more
If I held all the pills that made your insides feel worse
Tell me, am I your blessing or do I have to call up a hearse?
Your puppeted agony makes me fall apart, and then
I’ll take two and pass out just so I could call you in the morning.