We are dancing on knives here
We are chancing on lives here
We are dreaming through mine fields
We are screaming that time heals
You are dealing your issues
We are acting like kids today
I am peeling scar tissue
And I am scratching the itch you made
As you die in your meds
I still try to forget that I can still find you here
I can always find you here
I take a bit, then I spit
I choke on every sip
Bu I can still taste you, dear
And I’ll always taste your pills
I can always taste your pills