I write it down , the words cherished , in black ink on blank papers .
While you drink it down , the memories perished , with empty bottles of beer and packs of cigarettes .
You said everything would be fine , but I knew it was just a line
Now my heart is bruised and my soul is crumbled over empty words and broken promises .
So out of rage or maybe out of spite , I drop the feather and start to drink
And between one cold beer and another , I start to wonder ;
Was it the way your lips collide with mine with a feverish hunger
Or the sorcery in your mouth that hex my soul
Perhaps it was the way your skin against mine set fire coursing through my veins
And like an arsonist , I became addicted to the burning flames
I was burning alive as they ate through my own flesh
And I let'em consume me , because I thought it was worth the pain
My flame . My pain .
You didn't destroy me . I destroyed me.
