His voice is hydrochloric, his fingers cyanide
He's my unbalanced equation, I'm his acid-rain-kissed bride.
And the sky is full of sulfur, like the arsenic in his eyes
But his words are candy coated and I'm coaxed into his lies.

It's rising in my lungs like a cold impending storm
And those hands are suffocation, this embrace is chloroform;
I swoon and sink in silence, there just isn't enough air –
I'm falling and I'm choking, but my darling doesn't care.

When every touch is toxic, but each caress sublime
There's nobody to witness or testify against the crime.
We're a formula unfinished, we're stuck hanging on the line
And I keep swallowing his poison, because the aftertaste's divine.

So I take his bleeding promise and I carve a carbon smile –
I can't stay with him forever, but I'll hang around a while.
And I'm breathing in his lithium, breathing out neon light:
It's funny how it feels so good, though I know it isn't right.