The Hope To Cope With Lots of Smoke

Silent, because I know those quiet eyes meant,
You were ready to depart from this.
I went, 'cause there was nothing else, along with it.
So watch me pray for the heartless.

Is it chances that I seem to miss?
Or signs that tell me not to lay in her bed?
Because this place has become a dead zone,
I feel uncomfortable like I was friendzoned.

Timeless, infinte kisses on your neck.
All of the little marks that,
I let you place upon my body, on my back,
They've all turned to deep, open wounds.

Well I binded them with strings of drugs,
With strings of faux love,
But I could never string enough.

So sit like the empty cup you are,
How far will someone go to fill you?
Said shit's about to go far,
And hit every fan on it's way there.

And every, man, everyday here,
Keeps my heart plunging futher,
Like I wanna hurt her.
Disgrace to the human nature.

Well I bend and break her,
If there was a record,
I broke it, if there was a word, I spoke it.
So here's to false hoping.

I never knew that the satisfaction I gave to you,
Wasn't enough, so you turned to pills, got your new thrills,
From a new man half my size, I'm even taller too.