You're poison,
You're the poison.
The venom inflicted,
My heart is conflicted.
I want to cut you through and through.
Well, when can you not be there for me?
Not talk to me,
Don't make a good time for me,
Why are we still close?
Closer than when we were supposed to be.
When can you fly away—so I don't have to die away— inside.
