Crucifixion, Baby (DEMO)
You can breath. Shall I hold my breath
Shall I swallow the bitter pill that you left
Would it calm you down enough
To smell the slight sent of sex
Throw the sheets like ghosts they cover
The stains your brother left
I pretended to drown
In the pool when I was ten
To see who'd miss me
But it seems nobody was convinced
If I take layers off
Could you take tomorrow on
If I carry the world
Could you carry my palm
Or would you leave behind the dead weight
And me along with it
I'm not your crucifixion, baby
I'm an addict's fading fix
I'm not your crucifixion, baby
I'm an addict's fading fix
You can't breath
But I haven't held my breath
Since my my poolside resuscitation
Or my artificial death
Well I'd lend you all my organs
But you promised you'll die first
So then I'll finally get your heart
When my own swells and bursts
Eliza Liza I'm quitting cause I care
Our lungs are awful smoky
And our mind beyond repair
I'm pounding the gavel
And I know it don't seem fair
But the jury's looking nasty
You're better off without me
I'm not your crucifixion, baby
When you pray I'm not there
You can't breath shall I hold my breath
I'm not your crucifixion, baby
I'm just the one that loves you
So much that I left
Shall I swallow the bitter pill that you left
Would it calm you down enough
To smell the slight sent of sex
Throw the sheets like ghosts they cover
The stains your brother left
I pretended to drown
In the pool when I was ten
To see who'd miss me
But it seems nobody was convinced
If I take layers off
Could you take tomorrow on
If I carry the world
Could you carry my palm
Or would you leave behind the dead weight
And me along with it
I'm not your crucifixion, baby
I'm an addict's fading fix
I'm not your crucifixion, baby
I'm an addict's fading fix
You can't breath
But I haven't held my breath
Since my my poolside resuscitation
Or my artificial death
Well I'd lend you all my organs
But you promised you'll die first
So then I'll finally get your heart
When my own swells and bursts
Eliza Liza I'm quitting cause I care
Our lungs are awful smoky
And our mind beyond repair
I'm pounding the gavel
And I know it don't seem fair
But the jury's looking nasty
You're better off without me
I'm not your crucifixion, baby
When you pray I'm not there
You can't breath shall I hold my breath
I'm not your crucifixion, baby
I'm just the one that loves you
So much that I left
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Writer(s): Samuel Curry
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