Ipecac

I hung you high from a cross
To hear your quiet heartbeat fade
Reeks of mediocrity
And the heaviness it weighs

Would you forgive my sins
If I ever asked you to
You know I carry your knives
Say my name, I'll run you through

Bitter and jaded
Hurtful and faded
Such a pretty waste
Can't stand the taste of
Ipecac

I laid you softly in the dirt
To watch your pale roots grow
Nothing special in your skin
Light falls dim amid shadow

I live among the hardened few
Hide among the vacancies
Laughing while you come unglued
Malleable decencies

Bitter and jaded
Hurtful and faded
Such a pretty waste
Can't stand the taste of
Ipecac

You gave me almost everything
Wrote me songs that broke my heart
Gave me voice and made me sing
Now make me stop before I start

Bitter and jaded
Hurtful and faded
Such a pretty waste
Can't stand the taste of
Ipecac