Maybe, i should have asked for permission
it seems i have cut your wrists with my kisses, again
and i can not blame you for the backwash that
you ask me to drink
i hit the bottom sometimes when you say you missed me
and i build a bomb out of my anger
sometimes i feel just like a terrorist
tearing the skin off my own skeleton
i’m selfish in my self destruction
but, i don’t want any casualties
i know that love will rescue me
( if i just give the word )
you fight the feeling until it starts to hurt
so i’m giving in to the pleasure
it’s that little yellow bird, that you promised me
everything’s fine if you let it happen!
inside my mind there lives a dragon
and he breaths fire to burn the village
and to save the queen
so, i’ll build a shrine out of my sadness
because sometimes i’m just a tourist
who is sight seeing