Lily found you on the floor that time, says she wasn’t surprised
When you sent away the ambulance, with that bottle still in your hand
Half-dead and running for your life, down that street!
Now you’re back again, that lethal fire in your voice, ready for a killing spree
Dominating the conversation, presiding over the couch in our flat
With queen-like posture you hold court to an invisible audience
Now you’re taking those pills, and it’s they that are killing your brain
Not the memory of that man you have, the man with the gun
I know your scars still bleed, but you know, sometimes it’s you that cuts them open
Honey stop damaging yourself, don’t hate yourself the way you do
You’re on the floor crying elvis tears, your friend’s dead and you’re dying too
I can only sit down with you, rock you when you cry and light your cigarette
Please don't cry, you're starting to damage me
Two bottles of the red stuff, clink-clunk in your stomach like razors
Razors you run down your arm, take a photo of the bleeding, it’ll never fade on digital
You won’t pick up the phone, please don’t hate me because I left you
You have everything you could need, but it only seems to make you worse
It only reminds you of the rejection you had, none of your possessions seem to matter
Filling up your space with as much as you can buy, but nothing will fill the hole
Even when you creep out in darkness, find packs of hipsters and fiends
Your fringe will never be straight enough, your eyeliner is starting to smudge
Hand placed on hip, smoke your parliament light
I can hear you scuttling through the hallway, to eat your fill then purge yourself
As if to absolve sin, you think your confession is silent but I hear you in stereo
Bitter and cynical towards everything and anything, even so towards me
You are the elder one, why couldn’t it have been you that supported me?
I was crying and scared too, but your stories always overlapped mine
Your voice chasing every word I had away, I lived in silent frustration...
I hurt too, I hurt too...
Peering through your door at 5am, just to make sure you were still breathing!
Hiding razor blades and scissors, wishing you’d just scream out loud.
When you sent away the ambulance, with that bottle still in your hand
Half-dead and running for your life, down that street!
Now you’re back again, that lethal fire in your voice, ready for a killing spree
Dominating the conversation, presiding over the couch in our flat
With queen-like posture you hold court to an invisible audience
Now you’re taking those pills, and it’s they that are killing your brain
Not the memory of that man you have, the man with the gun
I know your scars still bleed, but you know, sometimes it’s you that cuts them open
Honey stop damaging yourself, don’t hate yourself the way you do
You’re on the floor crying elvis tears, your friend’s dead and you’re dying too
I can only sit down with you, rock you when you cry and light your cigarette
Please don't cry, you're starting to damage me
Two bottles of the red stuff, clink-clunk in your stomach like razors
Razors you run down your arm, take a photo of the bleeding, it’ll never fade on digital
You won’t pick up the phone, please don’t hate me because I left you
You have everything you could need, but it only seems to make you worse
It only reminds you of the rejection you had, none of your possessions seem to matter
Filling up your space with as much as you can buy, but nothing will fill the hole
Even when you creep out in darkness, find packs of hipsters and fiends
Your fringe will never be straight enough, your eyeliner is starting to smudge
Hand placed on hip, smoke your parliament light
I can hear you scuttling through the hallway, to eat your fill then purge yourself
As if to absolve sin, you think your confession is silent but I hear you in stereo
Bitter and cynical towards everything and anything, even so towards me
You are the elder one, why couldn’t it have been you that supported me?
I was crying and scared too, but your stories always overlapped mine
Your voice chasing every word I had away, I lived in silent frustration...
I hurt too, I hurt too...
Peering through your door at 5am, just to make sure you were still breathing!
Hiding razor blades and scissors, wishing you’d just scream out loud.
