Soapoperaboxeduptoxic

It wears me down it drowns me.
I survived and now you want in.
I'm a living picture of distain.
You keep a righteous distance.
Maintain your state of grace.
To avoid the situation getting out of hand.
Oh can't you see - this'll be the death of me.

We don't talk much about it. It only makes us cry. Soapoperaboxeduptoxicwaste...

The ashes on the table deliver me from sin.
Cat's blood and circles drawn in sand. Your poison lips like cherry.
Your painted lips like meat.
Devour my emotion, suck me up and lose.
Oh can't you see this'll be the death of me.

We don't talk much about it. It only makes us cry. Soapoperaboxeduptoxicwaste...

It wears me down it drowns me.
I survived and now you want in.
I'm a living picture of distain.