Acidashes Collapse
Your handwriting
on the prescription pad Fake name but the habit's the best we
had
(now we drown)
Two birds on a wire that we cut ourselves
Sweating out the poison on the kitchen shelves
We are the wreckage
we left behind
Nothing left to borrow,
nothing left to find
(let it break)
Dilated eyes in the morning light
Locking the doors just to start the fight
Cold spoons and a bitter taste A whole decade we decided to
waste
No more deals
No more saves
Finally clean
Finally cold (finally...)