We used to love each other like a sister and a brother and it used to be so sweet and lovely.
But then I discovered your secret little cupboard and the things inside just shocked me.
But I learned to like it and it feels so right, with my feet tied up in the air.
Eat me.
Drink me.
Damage me.
Beyond repair.

We used to do a little and often it'd trickle into something that got out of control.
It was a slippery slope and when you started to choke I'd say 'Hey, this aint rock and roll'.
So you woke up dead, at the foot of my bed, with your head tied up in the air.
I made you.
I drank you.
I damaged you.
Beyond repair.