Swordfight in the ballroom of my mind

So I wrote a sonnet on the wall

With just my eyes

I called it

Swordfight in the ballroom of my mind

If I had a hand in my own death

Would I simply tear apart my chest

And rip out my bleeding heart

maybe death gimme one of those

Fresh new starts...

I wouldn´t recommend drinking

When your love is gone

And so I hide beneath my bed

Invisible monsters after my head

What they want from me? I don´t know

Better give it to them

So they will go...

I wouldn´t recommend drinking

When your love is gone

 

I´ll be drying in the bathtub

With a bottle for the pain

Drunk on whiskey

Watching my toes slip down the drain

Called a number on the TV

To see if I can be saved

But the man who man´s the hotline

Sounds a little more depraved

When he says...

 

I wouldn´t recommend drinking

When your love is gone

(...invisible monsters after my head...)