So my sweet darling, say it. Call me poison, just once more And inject your sickly bitter honey drips Into the butter softness that will stop your breath
For a while
And here I am, chasing my dragon again A martyr, at the hands of a God Or is it the other way around? For you couldn’t even look at my face
That last time
Yet I couldn’t say goodbye And I think you knew I’d be back, waiting for a clenched fist at my throat Craving to feel, nothing and everything