| We cut both of our palms and we made a pact |
| If you wanna know the odds you gotta take a chance |
| She’s a praying mantis chewing on my praying hands |
| Pray tell, can you cage a man in brain-cells? |
| If we find our way to Hell we might not make it back |
| We break our backs till were breaking bad |
| If I can lose it I can take aback |
| Pacing back and forth to soothe it |
| Somehow the bruises always stayed intact |
| The trees burn together |
| Smoke plumes are soul food, we search the wreckage |
| I researched the letters |
| The love-notes that quote I’ll be hers forever |
| We reach towards the center |
| Still waters run deep, sea floors a C4 agenda |
| Explosive, we form vendettas |
| A slave to the terror I’ll be hers forever |
| Hers forever |
| Her aura entered my core before I was 18 |
| The sort of sordid disorder bordered in daydreams |
| The more that she tore at my flesh and bore through my chest |
| Seashore at my vest in crest via saline |
| Morbid confessions that seem to atone |
| Morbid ingestion of pills just to get her to leave me alone |
| See these feeble feelings seem teasing and easy to own |
| When those feelings are thrown cause your feet are in stone |
| I’m pitiful, sipping bourbon in an inner-tube |
| Trying to drown my sorrows in the shallowest of kiddie pools |
| Indeed I need the most minuscule of interludes |
| But my lungs keep me spun in a centrifuge |
| I been a sinner but even sinners deserve better |
| As the hint of her scent enters my nerve center |
| Independent events render my words tepid |
| I purge the first letter, I am hers forever |
| Hers forever |