Heavy States

Nothing tastes as sweet as the blood in between my teeth; I can't smile to keep you around. My cold breath stutters out the syllables before you can make a sound. So lay your heavy head down, don't fall asleep. Where you're going can't be far, you never had a home like this. Every road you take just leads you here. You'd kill to have the rush back in your pacing veins. This drug gets me high, but you keep me alive. Can you stitch my bones and bend them into place to wash my body clean? My body turns to stone and it's like I'm out of my skin, I could never do much on my own.