So this is how
the cup will tip over.
It'll fill with our tears
Our obvious reasons,
fairly unsure.
Sadly it's true.
My words won't penetrate you
Our lives will be filled
with passion and aggression.
Our mouths will be filled
With the bitter taste of
foul obsession.
We will have a bad case of heartbreak
surely impure.
So you have the reason
you hold the cure.
Your casket is breaking
the pain will leak in.
This burning sensation
this fire is sin.
So this is how
the cup will tip over,
causing us to break apart,
but you had said,
"You don't count as people,
you count as a little chamber in my heart"
