pathology I’m the virus, waiting in your veins I’m the encore, standing ovation I’m the days that make the longest wait feel shorter You’re enveloped in me You are the minute hand I’m needing the final blow Lying to your friends I’m dying slowly at the tip of your fingers I’m the cure floating outside of the lab I only exist to make things better, short-term relief You’re disgusting me You’re the scar I hate I’m the shadow outside your window Fucking with your eyes It’s the right time, it’s the last time, it’s your only time It’s alright, that’s what you say, lying to your world In the window, in your sunlight Bathing in your bitterness