60 seconds and counting

This is something im not supposed to talk about, the way i feel, the way my heart bleeds

this is something i have to talk about, the way you make me feel, the way my heart bleeds when im not with you

i torture myself with poisons so i dont have to feel the pain

they take the edge off my memories, they momentarily stop my hearts beating if i close my eyes

im doing things i swore id never do, what good am i?

cant stop even if i wanted to because i dont want to cry anymore

one more empty cup, one more prescription to be filled, dosing up to overdose, it never ends

happy if just for a minute, ill take my 60 seconds straight up or in a line cuz i cant wait anymore for you...