as i rot in the hands of god

there's a violent thought gone through my head

does my silence discomfort you in bed?

all you wanna do is make out

but i’m sick, i’ll tell you now

i have thought of pushing you away

but you hold me and make me feel so safe

all i ever do is freak out

i’m numb, i'll tell you how

out of body and trying not to melt

cause death has softer words than i tell myself

when you kiss me

it just doesn’t work like a spell

i wish i could tell you how