Zip-locked cosmic sin knocking on my head again
Making my bed in the same place I'm hurting
Kiss me on the mouth
Keep you here inside and out
Feeding the hole in my pocket you're burning
Salt on chapped lips
I'm lying if I say I don't miss the pain every time
I try to decide if I'm too good for this
Is this what you really want
Is this who you really are
Crack open my skull
Spoon out every crooked thought
I'm good at letting you feel like you know me
Television says kill yourself it's painless
Won't be applying if you're dying slowly
My bad habits might kill me, but my good ones won't be my savior either
My inner cynic likes to talk too much
Is this what you really want?
Is this who you really are?
Is this what you really want?
Though I'm fighting I try to deny it
I think I'm losing my mind
Is this who you really are?
Though I'm fighting I try to deny it
I think I'm losing my mind