Inside your arctic chest.
You know that,
I'm not the only one,
Frozen with bitter breath.
A shard of ice for a heart,
Every time you inhale,
You impale your own lungs,
Every time that you speak
You frostbite your tongue.
Every time that you think,
You write yourself off.
Don't think this my way,
Of seeking revenge.
I'm just informing the masses,
So I can break even.

I've planned our dialogue,
I've planned my actions,
In this scene,
I'll reap an advantage.
You scream, "for once, just tell the truth!"
I can lie to your face,
but I can't lie to myself.

At heart,
I'm just a liar,
And I get by,
My only truth is,
I don't lose an ounce of sleep at night.
You scream, "for once, just tell the truth!"
I can lie to your face,
but I can't lie to myself.

Inside each torrid breath,
You know that I'm not the one,
Still beating a boiling chest.
Now charred.
The ice has all gone.
And all that is left, is the taste of your heartburn.

You cough and there's smoke.
Your "Sweltering Choke"
And I won't ever give it away, this
My best attempt at my belated offense.
But now?
You're coming clean now?
Well I couldn't care any less about how
You extend hypocritical apologies.
The truth: you never really meant **** to me.