Something's afoot with this pairing, I fear
The rats in the walls took a shit in my ear
The cats in the bag chewed
A hole through your hand
But you can tend to your wounds
On your side of the line in the sand
And heads will fly
Stop turning it up; I'll side today
With silence and painful memory
And I'll sever the ties we've made
The frayed ends were never
Much good for me anyway
We've run this wreck aground
So split your lungs to hear the sound
You'll never tell me how to
Live my life again
Think you've seen fires start?
The churning magma of
My heartbeat's waking
To pour out from within
Can't say I'm empty
My head's filled with you
In my gut, rotating renderings
Of hypercubes
The fact of the matter's it's a matter of fact
A knife in my neck so I can never look back
This is the bitter end
With which I can't contend
Too uncertain to defend
Too jaded to pretend
Too hopeless to amend
You said "let's just be friends"
But I don't want to be
Don't fucking look at me
Don't you fucking look at me
Fuck