Darke Complex Desperation
Get out
I can still taste your skin
It reeks of all the other lips that kissed it
Hedonist, with your legs open
The better to incite a foreign sin with
Why try
I'm so broken and sick
Optimism is a euphemism for delusion
When all is said and over with
You're desperate for attention
Sanity is slowly slipping
I can't live this way
I would rather constantly convince myself that I'm alright
I swallow you down in a bottomless glass
I can stop when I want; I just want this to last
Disillusion myself so we don't have a past
Sew our limbs together so we'll stay attached
I'm impressed by your feigned affection
Insincere repentance
Ignorant intentions
But something inside me finds a way to think that you're not wrong
Our makeshift mends are delicate and we know we don't belong
I'm still here, against my will, should've folded so long ago
Deception lies in your lion's teeth that grab me by the throat
Words fall off my tongue
But my mouth stays closed
And I'll stitch it shut
So no one knows
Get out
I can still taste your skin
It reeks of all the other lips that kissed it
Hedonist, with your legs open
The better to incite a foreign sin with
Why try
I'm still broken and sick
Pessimism is the only reasonable conviction
When all is said and over with, I'm desperate for this fiction
I'm pathetic
You're synthetic
My metathetic rhetoric is cynical and lyrical
Cyclical and personal
I'm such a fool for you
Words fall off my tongue
But my mouth stays closed
And I'll stitch it shut
So no one knows
