Like a Sword

This sentimental life is such a chore
I'm reaching into this box for more
I'm addicted to the highs
And running from the lows
And turning upside down
In search of love

I walk the streets alone most days
I carry all my thoughts in my heavy head
My enemy's inside me
He doesn't bother hiding
He's the twinkle in my eye
And cause of these desires
And the ambassador to my heart of discontent

And it cuts like a sword
Through this pillow
My head rests on
Dividing in two my conscience
And I can't decide

I'm watching out for thieves on this stroll
Who want to steal my hope, oh no
But that's the only thing I have now
To fight against this devil
Who's telling me I'm nothin'
Who's taking me to hell

And it cuts like a sword
Through this pillow
My head rests on
Dividing in two my conscience
And I can't decide