I tasted fire with my breakfast, with sugar and with salt upon the cloth. The sweetness hides the quiet sentence, I raised a glass of bitter and soft. Why do I crave the things that hurt me? Why does the bitter feel like home? If it poisons me, then let it lift me, I want to fall and still return. roken touches, embers burning, they whisper to me from the dark. And I surrender to the yearning, I bite the pain and call it spark. Why do I crave the things that hurt me? Why does the bitter feel like home? If it poisons me, then let it lift me, I want to fall and still return. I saw the doorway, it was waiting, but then her fragrance pulled me in. I kissed again the flower fading, that sealed my lips with venom’s sin. Why do I crave the things that hurt me? Why does the bitter feel like home? If it poisons me, then let it lift me, I want to fall and still return. Why do I crave the things that hurt me? Why does the bitter feel like home? If it poisons me, then let it lift me, I want to fall and still return.
