The Siren

It’s late, your eyes cross with someone,
A pretty picture with a crooked smile,
she’ll take everything you have away, away, away.
You bite into your lip until it bleeds,
You taste your fingers, baby she’s still lingering,
its not so easy, no its not so easy to wait, to wait, to wait,
I don’t feel no remorse,
And I don’t feel sympathy,
well I don’t feel anything, but right now I’m feeling you.
I guess there’s always something killing me,
I guess there’s always something killing me somehow,
I guess there’s always something killing me, so it might as well be you.
Its 4am and someone’s at my door,
She stumbles in and throws herself to the floor,
its just so easy, oh she’s just so easy to take, to take, to take.
I don’t feel no remorse,
And I don’t feel sympathy,
well I don’t feel anything, but right now I’m feeling you.
I guess there’s always something killing me,
I guess there’s always something killing me somehow,
I guess there’s always something killing me, so it might as well be you
I guess there’s always something killing me,
I guess there’s always something killing me,
I guess there’s always something killing me,
I guess there’s always something killing me,
I guess there’s always something killing me,
I guess there’s always something killing me,
I guess there’s always something killing me.
I guess there’s always something killing me,
I guess there’s always something killing me somehow,
I guess there’s always something killing me, so it might as well be you.
I guess there’s always something killing me,
I guess there’s always something killing me,
I guess there’s always something killing me,
I guess there’s always something killing me,
I guess there’s always something killing me.