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Playing separate scenes Pretending you died a tragic death Easier than accepting your laugh still haunts me

You trapped me in the fume hood Acetic anhydride and pent up rage Bloody lab coat Broken lab goggles Bleeding lab notebook His cologne almost eating me alive But he’s not in a rush to consume me He tries to max out the percent error of us He’s trying to put caution tape around the crime scene Breaking the glassware reflecting the nights our bodies stirred chemicals together The solution boiling over because you got caught up in the gossip of us Sucking me into a vacuum appara

you don’t know why I’m sad That he sent in a troop full of lies to swarm my reputation Will you still kiss me like that if you know the truth? All the missles I used to send his way How it turns me on when he obsesses over me Can you handle me and my war plans? Not just a commander in the bedroom How he makes me sick with the black plague Hallucinating images of the night his laugh created boils