Dark Tree

I'll talk to you when I Find the strength to die You know how to cut at me I lost the words to use Brain damage from the booze Was better than the, cacophony You created out of silence Call it verbal violence Every time you screeched at me Like your walkin' on the ceiling Sleep-deprived and reelin' Underneath your heavy feet Though I wanna make it good Don't wanna say I'm sorry I'm tired of repeating myself You, you wanna make a scene Over-taking volume Mad because I won't match your scream Cried myself to sleep at night I can't believe my eyes Air will vent through sharpened teeth Our wounding words, your vice Your vice I see it in your eyes The shadow lies behind your practiced, smile lines Bathing in the fumes Rolling off of you Sinking feeling Though I wanna make it good Don't wanna say I'm sorry I'm tired of repeating myself You, you wanna make a scene Over-taking volume Mad because I won't match your scream Cried myself to sleep at night I can't believe my eyes Air will vent through sharpened teeth Our wounding words, your vice Your lies Your vice Cried myself to sleep at night I can't believe my eyes Air will vent through sharpened teeth Our wounding words, your vice Though I wanna make it good Don't wanna say I'm sorry I'm tired of repeating myself You, you wanna make a scene Over-taking volume Mad because I won't match your scream Cried myself to sleep at night I can't believe my eyes Air will vent through sharpened teeth Our wounding words, your vice Neon colored funeral Come celebrate your lies Existential reckoning Now hold your head up high Your lies Your vice