Pills - Death by kite

We are dancing on knives here

We are chancing on lives here

We are dreaming through mine fields

We are screaming that time heals

You are dealing your issues

We are acting like kids today

I am peeling scar tissue

And I am scratching the itch you made

As you die in your meds

I still try to forget that I can still find you here

I can always find you here

I take a bit, then I spit

I choke on every sip

Bu I can still taste you, dear

And I’ll always taste your pills

I can always taste your pills