Bad News (2004 Remaster)

I bite my nails until they bleed. I close my eyes, I disappear. 
She was my heroin; she was my love and hate. 
She was perfection in a pill that takes me away. 
This is life as addiction. 

This is love without a gun. 
This is my heart in ink as bold and black as the night we ended and as weak as your skin deep smiles. And this pen digs me into holes I can't write out of, I can't climb out of. 
These are the hands that will bury my face. 

There's the floor I retreat to every time my world caves in. 
These are the palms that capture tears; they never saw the light of day. 
And it feels like we're fighting uphill and it feels like we're pissing in the wind.