Torn In Two

Bitter taste of tangerines,
do you know you still taunt me in my dreams,
decayed nector lay the scene,
the pages of lines i had to read between,

Spoken in that tounge,
words will make a ghost paler then snow,
venom dropps left to hung,
writing broadways next hit show,

You left me out to dry,
under this drunken love-struck starry sky,
no more fever to get high,
deprivation of oxygon leaves me here to lye,

So cast a spell over this heart striken lie,
to make me think about the things i have to do,
break me from this tranze of seeing two,
two racing hearts and two crimson lines,
memories tied to concealed vines

You left me out to dry,
under this drunken love-struck starry sky,
no more fever to get high,
deprivation of oxygon leaves me here to lye,

Im tied to this broken picture,
and this shattered frame,
attempt to absorb all the blame,
for leaving this stricken shame,
(I never really mattered)

You left me out to dry,
under this drunken love-struck starry sky,
no more fever to get high,
deprivation of oxygon leaves me here to lye,
You left me out to dry,
under this drunken love-struck starry sky,
(I never really mattered)