The chapters of my life

In this tug of war, you’ll always win
even when i’m right ‘cause you feed me fables from your hand

with violent words and empty threats
and it’s sick that all these battles
are what keeps me satisfied

then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the

destructive path that we’re on,
two psychopaths but we
know that no matter how many knives we put in each other’s backs
that we’ll have each other’s backs, ’cause we’re that lucky