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