I might look like ive got a dagger and a dirk on in each hand ready to stab deep, to hurt might look like ive got fangs that drip venom but venom's not in em It's a vicious cocktail of hurt and hope might look like to my temple or to yours ive got a glock but i dont and that tick tocking sound is not a gun cocking it's a clock winding down in my memories because i'm stuck remembering and reliving them so i hope it's relieving to know it
might look like i wish you dead before i go to sleep but what i wish is you were next to me