Parental Medicaments
Your love tastes like cough syrup,
It never makes me cheer up
Fake smiles with false affection
Choking on faux confection
Your love smells like a Band-Aid
For all the cuts your hand made
Stop fights as your therapist
Take the blame for why you're pissed
Your love feels like anti-septic
It's made me a self skeptic
Everything I do is wrong
Tried to be perfect too long
Your love sounds like bed alarms
Even though you're where the harm's
Trapped with nowhere else to turn
Do you like watching me burn?
Your love looks like surgery
Rid of the bad, purgery
I was always too bitter
To your failed counterfeiter
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