Now all that we have left
Are cemetery sites
Monuments of memories
To those we left behind…
Maybe I want to lie when I say I love you.
I’m a parasite without a paradise to satiate me
Apple red of your grin, quite serpentine in its charm
As I dare archangels to torment me some more
So they sent me you, calliope clarity, the cold chasm
In your chest I’m falling in, there’s no oncoming light
Only the dull glow of emergency exit signs still
Waiting for another passenger to murder, acid reflux
You momentarily choke and I lodge in your throat
Writhing, spit me out, spit me out, spit me out!
But it’s too late, I’m sinking beneath your teeth
You try to grind me out like a careless habit
Crushing iodine between your tongue to wash me
Out, nasty taste, aftertaste, truth and toothpaste
Pulled back to that exile of a sinful, destitute nobody…
No wonder you try to lie when I say I love you.
Here we are again
And we’re falling for it
You won’t find me there
‘Cause I’m already gone…