Truce

You wanted more so I gave and gave

I knew I shouldn’t but of course I caved

You said some things that you shouldn’t say

So I drank some more trying to numb the pain

We copped a bag and we chopped it up

We sniffed it all till my face was stuck

I can feel it

A storm is rising so let's pass on the bottle tonight

Words are said you can't unsay

bitter feelings escalate

Scabs are peeling from ancient cuts

This poison potion is not enough

You look at me I look away

disgusting mirror of myself

You look at me I look away

disgusting mirror of myself

 I want to smash you into dust

But I can’t

Because I care

And I don’t want to see you hurting no more...

History will repeat my friend

We both know better than to do it again

Are we a slave of the substance or sovereign men?

This sick desire will force my hand

I’m trying to stop you for your own good

I’d drag you away if I thought I could

I can feel it

A storm is rising so let's pass on the bottle tonight