Parallel Universe

So much for the past year. I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from your eyes, oh your eyes. I’m burning out my bedside, and I’m rotting out my insides slowly. I love you so damn much; I’ll even start to pray. I’ll put my faith in all your bullshit if it means you’ll stay.

Vic, I still taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you.