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This sentimental overdose won't drain out from my head.
I followed all your actions with my heart, now here I stand---
inside a winter, desolate, from everything you've said,
I contemplate the face of longing, slipping from your hand.

My colors come back slowly with your fingers to my skin,
but the temporary ink that's in my blood will soon be gone.
For once you stop injecting me with venom I begin
to twist and tumble, legs in knots, with nothing to rely on.

Your lips may carry poison, but the flavor grips me tight.
It's the reason I'm collapsing and the reason I still try
to catch what can't be caught so I can set my spirit right.
My organs are like starving plants; their life, becoming dry...

I wish that you could stand inside the power I have faced,
so carve my name into your soul, then tell me how it feels.
It's bitter and it stings, like flavored poison that I taste---
I pour it on my wilting heart, and just for now, it heals.

Coat yourself in guilt, but please don't write it on your face.
Prance around with devils, keep your secrets safe within,
I know now, you're much too fast for me to ever chase.
Oblivion is bliss, so just don't tell me where you've been.

Description
This sentimental overdose won't drain out from my head.
I followed all your actions with my heart, now here I stand---
inside a winter, desolate, from everything you've said,
I contemplate the face of longing, slipping from your hand.

My colors come back slowly with your fingers to my skin,
but the temporary ink that's in my blood will soon be gone.
For once you stop injecting me with venom I begin
to twist and tumble, legs in knots, with nothing to rely on.

Your lips may carry poison, but the flavor grips me tight.
It's the reason I'm collapsing and the reason I still try
to catch what can't be caught so I can set my spirit right.
My organs are like starving plants; their life, becoming dry...

I wish that you could stand inside the power I have faced,
so carve my name into your soul, then tell me how it feels.
It's bitter and it stings, like flavored poison that I taste---
I pour it on my wilting heart, and just for now, it heals.

Coat yourself in guilt, but please don't write it on your face.
Prance around with devils, keep your secrets safe within,
I know now, you're much too fast for me to ever chase.
Oblivion is bliss, so just don't tell me where you've been.