I'm a man who makes a meal out of fighting with himself. Everyday's just another door that opens by itself. You're a demon that won't stop screaming even if I let you rest. Looks like we're a tongue tied couple in an endless game of chess

I try not to peer through the glass even though your shadow's cast, over every move that I make as time begins to pass. Then I see you looking through my rearview trying to follow me home. I'm looking to find some comfort, can't you just leave me alone?

I held the poison

Hoping that is spread

I held the poison

Hoping that is spread