Thnks Fr Th Fsh.

im slip-slip-slipping
on the ice on your hips
theres no friction between us
but i thought you would have figured that out by now
i gave you too much credit
"never bite the hand that feeds you or you starve tonight"
you carved on the backs of your hands, the mirrors, the walls
so determind to forget their lies, you strain to remember your own
truths
you keep a constant tally of all the times youve fucked up
but its funny how you only bruise your wrists
coz youre too chickenshit to take it up a notch
i was drawn in by the way you hang your head at the sight of me
im more than a failure because you want me this way
well guess what?
im not afraid of losing you like i was once upon a time
ill put you up on the bandwagon with mothballs and cliche
see you off into the distance