Here I am
Loving someone way too much again
Catching feelings like a virus
Wishing I could just be dead
The taste of you still staining my tongue
So I washed it out with a spoonful of cinnamon
Feel my mouth dry out
Self discipline
Punishing myself for my decisions
When roses hit my eyes
I'm burying myself alive
To never after- where I used to live alone
Used to live alone with my mind
Do you think you're playing a video game?
Don't you realize that I am real?
F*ckin' around with my heartstrings slowly heals-
But I pick my scabs
And I drink the thickest medicine around
And I wash it out with a spoonful of cinnamon
Brace for impact
My head's spinning I-
Can't seem to remember what we were
Your lust is like a flesh wound on my arm
Your lust is like a flesh wound on my arm
The cinnamon on that wound helps me forget
