All I can taste is blood.
I don’t know if it’s mine, or yours, or even hers.
I do know that my morning tea has not yet washed away the taste of your lips.
No, no it must not be yours.

You lost yours wings, and fell,
As I gained mine and began to ascend.
You passed me on your way down
and your eyes caught me,
Pulling me down with you.
I saw the pain in your eyes as you saw your wings were gone,
So I took a knife to mine,
Today is not the day I die.

We have matching scars now,
And I kiss your shoulder blades whenever they are exposed to me.
You’ve never done the same to me,
But I don’t mind.
You see yours as a curse,
And sure,
Mine are a burden,
But let it be known,
I will do almost anything for you.
I won’t die for you,
But I’ll live for you.

She's been there all along
Singing a melancholic song
Standing on a spiral staircase
Counting down the days

She'd be the model to your lenses
She'd be the rock to your wall
She'd be your beautiful monster
But is she your one in a million after all?

I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
You're the one I always care
But you're somewhere far away