Turn Back On Your Reason

Blood on my knife,
Tears on my cheek
Ripped by your passion,
I can't even speak.
A smile for the road,
With a fucked up distance in my eyes
Reaching out on a lost cause,
My courage is running dry.
Turning back on your reason,
To meet once again
I love you like a sickness,
And I'm at my wit's end.
You can wrap me in your arms,
To forget yesterday,
Fuck all those bad questions
Your presense will always stay.