You are the smell before rain You are the blood in my veins

If it makes you less sad
I will die by your hand
Hope you find out what you are
I already know what I am

If it makes you less sad
We'll start talking again
You can tell me how vile
I already know that I am

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If it makes you less sad
I'll move out of this state
You can keep to yourself
I'll keep out of your way

And if it makes you less sad
I'll take your pictures all down
Every picture you paint
I will paint myself out

It's cold as a tomb
And it's dark in your room
When I sneak to your bed
To pour salt in your wounds

So call it quits
Or get a grip
You say you wanted a solution
You just wanted to be missed