I spiked my heart with bleach to mask the things you left
Drank a gallon of gasoline after I overslept
Drinking the ink from a pen does not justify poetry
Even if I hate you, you're not a ** to me

I ran my car off the bridge to see if the ice would break
Put tattoos all over my skin to possibly still the shakes
I cannot stop the world from burning, it's only a matter of time
In my soul my spirit is stirring, part, wearing down my prime