you sit on the gate
and talk with your thief
and you gaze into his eyes
while I sit and stare

those that like me
know me the least
compared to those that hate me
and are my best friends

you take and take
and say i treat you like grass
that i step on
and roll around in with you

you talk about war
and how you're against it
but is it different
when you declare one on me?

you open up my mouth
and pour your word venom
down my throat
and claim it is refreshing drink

every time you crash
i pick you off of the floor
and hold you
until you push me away again

you say that you're here
what a cliche
and you claim it as original
but i know that it's filled with your lies

i get close to you
but you run across the room
and you think
that it's out of luck

tell me your feelings
about me and god
but run to him
and wrap yourself in Satan's arms