You harbor the knife Slow drag your feet on the ground Your hex on my front door I'm just begging to get out The radio dial says we're all going to hell I can't stomach the sound I ask myself, does it get easier? Why does it hurt so much on the inside? Help You make for the stairs A kettle left screaming Familiar smell of burning hair Wallpaper chameleon I can hear you in my god damn head My fists, beating pulp Taste of honey on the marrow There's a rapture at my window And weeds around my headboard The stillness of blood uncirculated Like birds colliding headfirst into glass It's like I'm asphyxiating on all the loose ends now I'll be your lush, obsessive waiting Wrapped in your hands, all serpentine And it feels good when I feel numb As I bang my head against the wall To make the ringing stop hold out your arms and pull me in It's in my lungs, it's all too much now Cause it hurts so much on the inside Cause it hurts so much on the inside Cause it hurts so much on the inside Cause it hurts so much on the inside