You harbor the knife
Slow drag your feet on the ground
Your hex on my front door
I'm just begging to get out

The radio dial says we're all going to hell
I can't stomach the sound
I ask myself, does it get easier?
Why does it hurt so much on the inside?
Help

You make for the stairs
A kettle left screaming
Familiar smell of burning hair
Wallpaper chameleon

I can hear you in my god damn head
My fists, beating pulp
Taste of honey on the marrow

There's a rapture at my window
And weeds around my headboard
The stillness of blood uncirculatеd
Like birds colliding headfirst into glass
It's like I'm asphyxiating on all thе loose ends now
I'll be your lush, obsessive waiting
Wrapped in your hands, all serpentine
And it feels good when I feel numb
As I bang my head against the wall

To make the ringing stop
Hold out your arms and pull me in
It's in my lungs
It's all too much now

Cause it hurts so much on the inside
Cause it hurts so much on the inside
Cause it hurts so much on the inside
Cause it hurts so much on the inside