we inherited our fingerprints
in the abyss the lines evince
the morals that we grew up with
but we're prone to be two addicts
quietly drowning in our bad habits
stuck high in a cloud of sadness
we're just looking for a distraction
to fill the void your love abandoned
sleep walking through this mansion
we always took our lives for granted
but who would have ever imagined
that id be smoking in the afternoon
watching all the flowers bloom
softly choking on my silver spoon