Underneath Your Pillow

You've been hiding from me long enough
Now I'm willing to take with me
Anyone willing to go after you
To close the hate I have for you in a cup
Sweetened with my no
To polish my tableware clean

Baby, baby, maybe I was just a baby
Now I'm waiting for you to puke
everything that you took
In order to show me that you care
You sleep with my skull
Underneath your pillow
Everything's funny till you're the one crying

All my hate in a cup
Sweetened with my no
Now polish them clean
Tick tock

Your perversion burnt my skin
And now I'm coming for you
And I'm coming for you slowly
My fire is cold

All my hate in a cup
Sweetened with my no
Now polish them clean
Tick tock

At this point I'm willing to pray to any God
Willing to take from you what you have stolen from me
Let me burn a sacrifice
That sickens your mind
Listen to my voice
Tick tock

We brought ghosts of the past into our playground
And now in order to show me that you care
You sleep with my skull underneath your pillow
But everything's funny till you're the one crying
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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