The scent of your perfume, the poison you use,
All of these chemicals in the room and I'm losing myself in your fumes?

We can be strangers if you choose,
But I've got the right things to get me through.
This is not a smile, it's a costume.

So be careful not to slip, don't you dare let me in.
Careful not to lose your grip, don't you dare let me win.

This game is littered with your victims and the teeth they spit.
Slain dreams and the wings that you've clipped.
Casualties of your whip.
I know that you're not my friend
I know the windows in your room are always open.

A friendly smile and a matching nod,
But I can see that your fingers are crossed.

Delicately crafted lines to separate your seat from mine.
All of the doors and walls that I'm behind and all of the things that you hide.
They can't take what I won't give away, when theirs doesn't taste the same.
All of this bait is only meant to be chased so they can create something to break.

Slipping into the trend from the places I've been.
Though I am not yours to lend, I am a fool for the lies that you send.

It's not your perfume, it's poison that I use.
All of your chemicals are in my room.
Now all your chemicals are in my room.