(It's taking hold)
[Why does it sit so long?]
It burns a hole inside
the longer that I let it stay.
It's coming up today
[without your help]
I won't cough up enough to stay alive.
For days now I'm spilling
this slow-killing poison down my throat.
[I'll end up with another drawer of memories.]
For days now I'm drilling
the idea of nothing in my mind
[And getting nothing but
the smell of drying ink.]
Chorus:
(It's taking hold)
[Why does it sit so long?]
It burns a hole inside
the longer that I let it stay.
It's coming up, it's coming up today
[without your help]
I won't cough up enough to stay alive.
Four days now I'm sitting
analyzing choices all to death,
[and I've come up with
a reason to hate all of them.]
Four days, all it took me
to realize that nothing's all I need.
And I'm happy with
the way that things turned out.]
(Chorus)
Oh well it still burns(x3)
(It burns a hole inside
the longer that I let it stay.
It's coming up, it's coming up today
[without your help]
I won't cough up enough to stay alive.)
(Chorus)x2
