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lyrics
Petals falling, I used to feel
I tell myself now it’s not real
Winter, spring, summer, and fall
As seasons pass I dismiss them all
Marking off those wretched days
With scotch stained hands on an ink stained page
My poison blood my heart protests
The pain I know I won’t forget
Glass in hand, I need a drink
Swallow lethe, no longer think
“Forget me now, my only love,
There’s no heaven up above”
Going blind but still I see,
Her ghost there in front of me
“What of me?” I shout at her
“It’s over love,” she says.
-“Over”
I throw words in her face
She wraps my throat in golden lace
I feel her weight against my chest
And swallow lethe to forget
Going blind but still I see
Her ghost there in front of me
Broken hearted, broken spined
Screaming this life can’t be mine
I throw the words back in her face,
She wraps my throat in golden lace
Choking, burning, spitting, she shouts
-Swallow
Another sip to calm my nerves, down my throat the poison burns
Going blind but still I see, her ghost there in front of me
Still I see that tragic end, her concrete form and twisted limbs
So out I toss all sober thought, and crush the ice and shake the cup
The bottom of a bottle lends to my growing list of faded friends
Each name’s a stain on a skin torn page, writ with blood and viral rage
So I pour myself another drink, to numb my mind to drying ink
And so too, or so I hope, rid my throat of her garrote
Swallow lethe to forget, how her weight pressed my chest
Going blind but I still see, her ghost there in front of me
“’Ver,” she said; “’Ver,” I cried, in that beat my heart died
Gone is love, gone is hope, all that’s left’s around my throat
Broken heart, broken spine, empty words and empty lies
I will go the way of Poe, take my poison and sip it slow
I will bring my tragic end, concrete form, twisted limbs
I’ll swallow lethe to forget how her weight compressed my chest
Burning, choking, begging, shouting
-Swallow
I do it all just to forget
The way that her weight felt compressing my chest
The knife that sticks still deep in my veins
Digging in deeper day after day
She cries “No”
“Let me go”