Opaque Blue Songtext

this gun is either going to my heart or to your head, nevermind, your life is already this, game of roulette, your bullets are lonesome, your lips crave meaningless pointless resolution, resolve this haunting nostalgia, fuck past I'm present, that's what you fear. running mouths, tell us what we want to hear, you don't know what this does, it doesn't silence hope, it encourages relentless pursuit, to think, giving up was my favorite sport, my new favorite is persistence, the kind you like, to cut your own tenderness. slamming the door shut, walking to kill myself, slowly, my razor is still lonely. silence never works, acting willingly is the biggest waste of burning time, I'm the embodiment, of everyone's favorite sucker, gullable because i crave you, you are the fucking lie