I don't stand a chance.
That's what I thought while I was
climbing the stairs to the seduction scene.
Same time you're thinking
"I can't seriously distress her."
Pushing the door, I'm all mechanical flutters for your masochistic stutters.
You turn slowly, smiling.
You're smiling.. but there are tears in your eyes.
How was I to know that you could still get to me?
You stitch my lips shut so my jaw won't drop.
No "are you ready's".
It's just unstitch and no promises.
Dropping breaths and picking up you
"Hey Black Lungs"
take your last drag on your cigarette.
"We're playing with fire sweetheart"
"Save regrets for later"
My blood heats but my veins are filled to capacity with misery.
Because I know there's nothing to it.
I'm so busy playing despondent that I cant figure out that you're just as attached as I am.
what happens when you feel sorry for yourself?
I'm composed of missed details.
Leaving me thinking
"You're picking my heartbeats apart
killing me like its some kind of science."
When you're really killing yourself too.
Well, send the paramedics 'cause
this falling star just hit rock bottom.