Portraits

No I don't want to owe you shit

Pack it up and off you go

No I don't want to owe you shit

Not when you're long gone

No I don't want to owe you shit

Pack it up and off you go

No I don't want to owe you shit

Not when you're long gone

I have your portrait in my mind

I make it talk, make it say

The things I need to hear

Before I can go to sleep

See you in my dreams

Once put like this, it does sound wrong

But feels so warm

Feels so safe

To have you in my reach

Have you be who I want you to be

That and nothing more

Memories fade away

And replacing them, come marching in the devils

Hungry for some blood

I wish you could have stayed

I'd have got the chance to learn you're not an answer

Neither am I one

Now water runs under the bridge

It tries to soothe

It tries to teach

How to embrace the wrong

How sometimes you will have to ask twice

And get no response (anyway)

I had your portrait in my mind

I pierced your eyes

I slit your throat

And let you bleed with ink

Then I crumpled you up in a ball

And I ate you whole

You taste like blood

You taste like blood

You taste like blood

You taste like blood

Memories fade away

And replacing them, come marching in the devils

Hungry for some blood

I wish you could have stayed

I'd have got the chance to learn you're not an answer

Neither am I one

One forever bound to atone

Like tombstones could care

For me shoveling snow

Breathing air

No I don't want to owe you shit

Pack it up and off you go

No I don't want to owe you shit

Not when you're long gone

No I don't want to owe you shit

Pack it up and off you go

No I don't want to owe you shit

Not when you're long gone