These Days

"Don't do that," you said, "love me instead," the apple rots inside

Baked into a lie, preserve the high, you found that smoking gun

These days it don't take so long, 'til you feel so low, til I feel so wrong

These days it don't take so long, 'til I feel so low, til I feel so wrong

"Won't do that," you said, bullet cherry red, my bloodshot valentine

Mama's recipe didn't call for me, go ahead, take aim, I'll run (bang!)

These days it don't take so long, 'til you feel so low, til I feel so wrong

These days it don't take so long, 'til I feel so low, til I feel so wrong