Breathe the Poison In - XP8
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The sun starts filtering through layers of headache, drugs and booze
I know I should look less abused, but the mirror always has to tell its truth
New sweat on damp bed sheets, hotel noise, traffic and a need for caffeine
Memories kept at bay come rushing through, another day to hate and to love you
Another day to hate
And to love you
And so I let this dirty surf wash all over me
I breathe the poison in
And so I let this dirty surf wash all over me
I breathe the poison in
I breathe the poison in
And as we lie in our bed drenched in our sweat and spent
You show me rope marks on your arms, but I see no ties to bind my heart
And so I let this dirty surf wash all over me
I breathe the poison in
And so I let this dirty surf wash all over me
I breathe the poison in
I breathe the poison in