Poison.

"This mess becomes beneath us now, We cannot sweat this poison out, It's in my skin and in my mouth, And when I sing these lies come out.

The hooks are deep but so's this lake, Oh, princess please, make mistakes, Let's make it seem like I've done right, So I can sleep well tonight.

And it ain't the cost and you ain't the boss, It ain't like I'm not on your side, It ain't like I'm trying to keep you, When the secret is you want another guy, You're on my mind.

You squeeze them ideas out, and I just forgot math, Got to make some space for the pain, Cause them words just left your mouth, Boarded a train bound for my destination brain, Welcome in, we've been waiting.

We've been waiting.

Drinking blood don't keep me young, It's just the taste on my tongue, It makes me stay up late and talk, Destroy yourself, what the fuck?"

Self sabotage. Always fun. Never dull. Always eventful. Never boring. Always thinking. Never resting.

Always the fucking wrong timing.

Fuck.

Sometimes my reflection does not look like me. And my thoughts do not match my facial expression. This confuses me. I search for a clue. Maybe your face will tell me everything I need to know, except your face is never really yours. It changes, and I'm shouting at someone that is not you, and I want someone that is not you, and I want someone that is not you, but your face is always content when we fall asleep and I don't think I'm ready to ruin it.