(Death)

The taste of death on your lips
Poisoned me with your kiss
I take my last breath
You smile and smoke your cigarette

I think we're moving on
Thought we were getting along
You say it's my fault
I swear to you
You're fucking wrong

I think it's fair to say
We're about done
I'm tired of guessing
And thinking I'm dumb
You say we're okay
I guess you're insane
Play you're mindless
Mind-games with somebody else
Now you know I'm done

What happened weeks ago
Hate each other, sleeping alone
Could this be the end
Some stories don't last through the weekend
I start to pack all my stuff
You tell me don't push too far
You beg me to stay
Sorry honey, I'm going away

I think it's fair to say
We're about done
I'm tired of guessing
And thinking I'm dumb
You say we're okay
I guess you're insane
Play you're mindless
Mind-games with somebody else
Now you know I'm done



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Bentley
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