Tastes Like Poison
Grey Goose in your veins
Suffocates the pain
Looking past your eyes
All you are is a face
Thunder in the skies
Bacardi on your mind
You never seem fazed
Tell me what that's like
To lose your focus
Every moment
Consciously coping
With a bottle open
Filling a black hole
With gasoline
Fuels the fire
Your heart and soul
Wiped it clean
Make situations dire
And it might be blunt
For me to make assumptions
You got a persona
And it tastes like poison
Trust me I tried
Tried to sympathize
But you made it so hard
Say I'm responsible for the scars
Heaven on your mind
Didn't fall in line
I caught you in a daze
It's not the first time
I feel boneless
You're holding this
Over my conscious
You're ruthless
Filling a black hole
With gasoline
Fuels the fire
Your heart and soul
Wiped it clean
Make situations dire
And it might be blunt
For me to make assumptions
You got a persona
And it tastes like poison
I say it's overdone
But it's your number one
Ulterior motive
Favorite alias
Like a midnight sun
But I saw it coming
The self destruction
Filling a black hole
With gasoline
Fuels the fire
Your heart and soul
Wiped it clean
Make situations dire
And it might be blunt
For me to make assumptions
You got a persona
And it tastes like poison
Suffocates the pain
Looking past your eyes
All you are is a face
Thunder in the skies
Bacardi on your mind
You never seem fazed
Tell me what that's like
To lose your focus
Every moment
Consciously coping
With a bottle open
Filling a black hole
With gasoline
Fuels the fire
Your heart and soul
Wiped it clean
Make situations dire
And it might be blunt
For me to make assumptions
You got a persona
And it tastes like poison
Trust me I tried
Tried to sympathize
But you made it so hard
Say I'm responsible for the scars
Heaven on your mind
Didn't fall in line
I caught you in a daze
It's not the first time
I feel boneless
You're holding this
Over my conscious
You're ruthless
Filling a black hole
With gasoline
Fuels the fire
Your heart and soul
Wiped it clean
Make situations dire
And it might be blunt
For me to make assumptions
You got a persona
And it tastes like poison
I say it's overdone
But it's your number one
Ulterior motive
Favorite alias
Like a midnight sun
But I saw it coming
The self destruction
Filling a black hole
With gasoline
Fuels the fire
Your heart and soul
Wiped it clean
Make situations dire
And it might be blunt
For me to make assumptions
You got a persona
And it tastes like poison
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Writer(s): Brianna Calcagno (bree-on-uh)
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