chaosreactor

I've hallowed out a hole in my chest

Where my integrity resides

And it's a fine little nest

You could have said some ninety-million things

I assumed I was a guest

Inside your temple your private little house

But now it's up for consultation

Ganging up it's open season

Internal churn and burn combustion

There ain't no bones about it

We're taking polaroids like pills

An attempt at staving off the panic

From a comedown that's titanic in proportion

There's no fuel left for the furnace

I'm cooking from within these inner chambers

Things are getting kinda dangerous

Can't pass out

And I want off this rollercoaster

There are a hundred ambiguous ways

To phrase the perfect words

For all you know I'm fumbling my attempts

I'm blindly stabbing at the air

It's become such a dreary place without you there

Sooner or later this game of 20 questions

Is going to sound just like a howitzer

And blow a hole the size of two human silhouettes

Who's going through

I'm still in love with you