I Held Myself At Gun Point

What built me up to laugh so hard
Could break us all and burn this house down
I wouldn’t lie about this
It’s been burning through
About to beat a hole out of my chest
But you don’t want to hear the rest
I could make a fortune off your
Cynical lullabies and complements
Drenched in cyanide
But I let them smoke and breathe them in
Just so you know
No one should ever feel like this
I checked my words and all I found
Was emptiness