Tastes Like a Suicide

caves your moms and daddys made
like dark chains wraped in fire
I think she wanted it more than us
sleeping on all those pills
just sleeping without breathing
just sleeping with a gun under her pillow
And the rest knew there was hunger
feeding the pain in her head wishing her dead
At the moment will become
soft lips and skin with blood as a dress
flowing from the brain down her chest
Taken from a screaming wish
one that kept them all blind
as to how she really did want it more
and how those pills bleed for her
how the drugs cradled her
Just let her sleep mom and dad
Damn it, just let me