Coming to Terms

For lack of «Love,» a better word?
This never existed. And we manufacture our thoughts
Ignore the bad (ignore). Rushing in too blind
(I'm rushing half of the time) I’m no angel!
My mouth feels dry, and I held on to every word you say
Inebriated on love again! (F'd up) Then tongue starts to forfeit the taste
If people die every day, they keep it under cover!
Girls! Dirty Girls! Becoming Kings!
I’m tired of feeling swallowed
You’re my vitamins and I fucking hate it!
I’m coming to terms that you’re not worth the pain I endure
You’re my vitamins and I fucking hate it!
And I (I've tried) give you all (so worthless) I can
Giving until it hurts!
Why don’t you (I'm trying) love me?
I’ve been killing myself every day!
Take your place… So far (you don’t understand)
You take every part of me because I keep rushing in too blind
Girls! Dirty Girls! Becoming Kings!
I’m tired of feeling swallowed
You’re my vitamins and I fucking hate it!
I’m coming to terms that you’re not worth the pain I endure
You’re my vitamins and I fucking hate it!
Girls! Dirty Girls! Becoming Kings!
This never existed. Rushing in too blind. My mouth feels dry!