(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