i hope you liked the writing while it came for you
i hope you liked my skin how it crawled for you
i never asked for attachment when i helped you out that one time so stupidly, i took you that one time in the back seat of a car
i've found a few familiar trends in the way that love dies and to watch your lover cry my heart is slowing, my fingers lost their spark
there's been something trying to get me to die from the inside since they day i first saw these blue skies,
it never fails to show me the inherent dark of night
so i can easily run away now since you've already kept me at number two no need to hang around now, my young-eyed lost soul
you asked me what i saw when i looked in your eyes and i never told you so
i see a little boy battling with age a confused boy who has lost his page a man who is learning to handle his rage most of it baby, it's all just a phase.
don't you worry your pretty little head, soon enough, we'll all be dead, my blood your wine, my body your bread; i'll be waiting and painting the marks of your fingers left on my skin red