theres no promise of safety, with these second hand wings.

i see you looking at me, like im some kind of freak.
it was all unintentional, so irrational.
i got a gift, some kind of jack in a box.
some kind of surprise.
i would like to spin words into clever lines,
i hope that would make things right.
maybe someone have just crossed the line.
something between trust and something else.
leave that smudge across my face,
leave those bloodstains on the floor,
lets pick up the pieces, someday, somehow :D

so kiss me and smile for me,
tell me that you'll wait for me,
hold me like you'll never let me go.

mix the chemicals right dear, mix the chemicals right.