Ember Day

[xcrush_me]

Poison hearts control poison lips.
They create a temporary cure for our poison souls.
Here's to cheap sex and codeine in a hospital bed.
morphine tears and cyanide poetry
are what define our chemically imbalanced romance.
You are the sodium
I am the chloride.
Pour the table salt in that gaping hole
that you call your heart.
I hope it hurts.
Let's call ourselves the Bleeding Heart Liberals.
Here's to cheap sex and codeine in a hospital bed.
morphine tears and cyanide poetry
are what define our chemically imbalanced romance.
I hope it hurts.
I hope it hurts.
Hallelujah for ember day.
Hallelujah.