Up The Hills

Poison (1.)

What If you found out you own poison?

Cause I do

It's there. I hid it in my drawer

I should throw it out, I know

Every single one of my friends would do so...

But I don't

I keep it

I hide it

I love it

I fell in love with it

With all my naïve and crazy trust

I keep it in

I fell in love with your poison

And I lost the antidote

Maybe I just wasn't searching for it

Maybe I never had it

You kill me, but I love it

You make me hurt, but I want more

And it haunts me.

Maybe not all the time, but at night

You are there

I can hold on to you and I'm not afraid.

But then you leave.

And without you....?

I can't get trough

My own blood turns to pain

Well, you're getting me insane

I make promises I can't keep

Live stories that aren't real

You are quite so I think I can leave

But then you speak

You send a reminder,

A letter,

A gift,

Love,

Gentleness,

Forgiveness,

Heat,

High,

Poison....

But no hate,

No violence,

No guilt,

No cold,

No low,

No antidote