Fever Dreams

Maybe my hate was misplaced I felt alone and out of place It was my fault to make you my escape I feel my heart at peace So I cut it out from my chest Made incisions just to try to repress All the things that I thought had left Everything that I kept under my breath Just bury me now Get away from the hell in my own head Six feet in the ground Rotting from the inside out Words like razors your voice so loud You sunk your teeth into me Now I have to put you down If I'm comfortable I'm fucking up If I'm still sick Then I'm burning up Let me take all of the blame So you can be absolved of any shame I lay you down to let you die The ghost of me, the love, the lies Let me say thank you at least For showing me that my mind was weak I was willing, to settle, for less Cut the ties, put to rest Push me over the line Break my heart one last time Push me over the line The fault was always all mine If I'm comfortable I'm fucking up If I'm still sick Then I'm burning up Let me take all of the blame So you can be absolved of any shame I lay you down to let you die The ghost of me, the love, the lies So maybe my hate was misplaced Not that it would even change a thing Rotting from the inside out Words like razors your voice so loud You sunk your teeth into me Now I have to put you down