Breaking open bottles 
with a brain just ripe for the baking


taking these painkillers
is still just as painstaking as the first time it happened.


opened up the cabinet,
played it off like an accident,
reached a hand in for the habit,
now she’s falling between the cracks of the establishment.


playing every note from the bottle like it’s my last symphony
and treating every lovers kiss like they’re my Judas, it’s a self fulfilling prophecy


go 'head, pull another pill out that little wishing well and swallow,
excitement is sure to follow
til the night you finally find you've bored yourself out hollow.


and let it breed.
you crept your way into excellency,
expecting to be extracted by excavating the rest of the ecstasy.


broke that token of trust to toke one up,
the tip-toe'd path lead back to the smoking gun
with our synapses soaked in dopamine rush.


it turns your lowest of lows into your shallowest highs.
and holding a grudge as though it's an opiate over sobering up has devalued our pride.
what took control of my love
was sugar coating my lust
because i couldn't cope with the hole in my guts
which folded the truth when we weren't sure where the casualty lied.