you spit that four lettered lie at me out of your crooked lips
but i take it as a grain of salt
and while i mutter the word back
my heart screams no
look where this has gotten us
abiding by our strict morals of immorality
we will forever be held down
by these chains we created
standing together is a cliche now
because that would only make us weaker
so back to us
and this dark, lustfilled room
we both are avoiding the question
where do we draw the line
this feeling is to old
you say you want to feel at home
well home is where your fucking heart is
and transplants have been put on hold
time to start digging deeper
and let go of my hand
i can only stand with you for so long
we are only supported by this trash beneath us
times running out before the bottom falls out
and we are sent to our long waited deaths
i cant say im sad
so choose dear lover
will your lies still churn in your eyes
or will you stop evading the truth
and finally take the grip off of my wrist
and let my weary soul free
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