I just can't keep living this way,
when all I do is cup my hands to catch the acid rain.
It's eating away my palms and charring my fingertips.
I feel the poison seeping into my veins and yet,
I raise them to my lips and drink.
The fire is in my chest now, my stomach.
I'm getting dizzy, I'm reaching for a grip, for you.
But I'm just leaving ****** fingerprints on the concrete,
and now my limbs are screaming with defeat.
My tears are chemical and my wrists are weak
and I wonder if I'll ever be clean.
If you're looking for purity,
don't look at me