Your words hit my chest like salt in bullet wounds and under your knife I was defenseless.
I let you rearrange my body parts to ensure your happiness and you forgot to stitch the wound.
Your shoulder to cry on is everyone you ever loved playing Russian roulette and you're the one holding the gun.
And our future was that gun pointed right at my face and I opened my mouth and begged for a taste
You cannot kiss death without death kissing you back
And I would've been so lucky