There’s no point in hiding the truth from a freak
She let her arms swell as he took a big bite, let it stick
So that the vessel ropes he could find a little easier
And all that remains would mean nothing else to her
Does it hurt this much to be okay? Am I all that will be gone?
Her questions were relentless, and his curt answers stung
All he could tell was that blood’s quite softer than water
And clorox swirls down the drain just a little bit slower
Don’t find me out yet, I’m still purging all of my guilt
Grey is just something when all these pills taste like filth
Her stomach emptied as his was filled, one more for the road
But pray don’t slip on the wet tiles, though comfortingly cold
Get out of that fucking phase! Are you just dying for style?
Well, I love you too mother dearest, you won’t be yelling for a while
An attention seeking bitch, just can’t be more like the others
You’re only ever good with your head submerged underwater
And so what if I am? Why, would I look bad in your final will?
Her spite crammed the walls and the shadows were thrilled
He stayed silent, quite cautious, let the anger be his chance
If it’s only to prove your point to me, then I know my own stance
Teethmarks stuck vicariously to the mould like their grotesque signature
His embrace was eternally automatic, and she was just a friendly reminder
Because really, what was the point? We’re just a bunch of deadweight freaks
But she made sure to stick out her arms and wear the truth on her sleeve.