February tastes like you
When all the plans fell through
I watched the sky fall through the roof
Along with torn up pieces of you
You can keep your sticks and stones
Because your venom’s still on my tongue
Killing me with every second
I pray I’ll forever be infected by your love
(La la la)
You might as well be a phantom, but you’re my anthem
And you could sing to me out of key, but it’d be the sweetest song to me
Let’s play a game of Russian roulette with the bullets in our lungs
Or write a symphony of violence, then sweep up the guts and drink the blood
And on our anniversary we’ll dance by the gravestones
With the ghosts, and the skeletons
We’re falling in love again
(La la la)
You might as well be a phantom, but you’re my anthem
And you could sing to me out of key, but it’d be the sweetest song to me
You’re a phantom, but you’re my anthem
And you could kill me in my sleep
But you’d still be my everything, my everything
You buried all of your faith in me
Put it in a grave and casket reads
«Maybe both our paths will meet… Eventually»
Thought you were my partner in crime
Now I feel like the victim
Now I’m not worth a single moment of your time
A single moment of your time
Behold a crown atop some skin and bones
Your shadow rests upon an empty thrown
Your aura floats and casts its spells, I choke
I can’t see straight, I can’t see straight
(La la la)
You might as well be a phantom, but you’re my anthem
And you could sing to me out of key, but it’d be the sweetest song to me
You’re a phantom, but you’re my anthem
And you could kill me in my sleep
But you’d still be my everything, my everything