Little Pills Wrapped in Paper

Something inside me that once bloomed withered away The ashes float onto pages of scribbled lead Creating the shapes of rare flowers I once knew My face can tell your eyes I don't sleep well at night Little pills wrapped in paper Bedside My head's fucked and I can't fix it This time What I want Is what you want But you don't know how bad it hurts The devils dance with dead romance And suffocate in the dark 'til I can't breathe I can't My face can tell your eyes I don't sleep well at night Little pills wrapped in paper Goodnight My heart's broke and I can't fix her This time