What have I become? My sweetest friend. Everyone I know
goes away in the end
I am the host of this hostility.
I'm the master magician that makes you believe
I'm real, I'm not fake, but in reality: I'm a lying man
Perfect, you're my poison,
I sip on you to wash down the shame.
And though I am hungover in the morning,
facedown in the carpet, I feel safe
There's still cobwebs in the corners,
and the backyard's full of bones.
Won't you stay with me, my darling,
when this house don't feel like home?
Under the brow of a sparkling sky,
We'll dance away
a distant day
and shout our sins
in a passion play
I saw eyes in the heat.
Feel it soft and as pure as snow,
fell in love with the fire long ago.
With each love I could lose,
I was never the same