Dashboard Confessional - This Bitter Pill
Walking away, it's not the same as running
Is it to you now, that you've run this in the ground
And you say "Take this, this medicine is just what you deserve
Swallow, choke, and die
And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth
One that's void of all discretion, such an awful tearing sound
With its measure only equaled by the power of my stare
Glaring over you and over you, this feeling of despair
Is never wearing out It's wearing off and it's leaving you with such a heavy heart
And a head to match, the bottle is waiting
The cap is twisted, begging to be used and so are you
And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth
One that's void of all discretion, such an awful tearing sound
With its measure only equaled by the power of my stare
Glaring over you and over you, this feeling of despair
Is never wearing out
Wearing out, wearing out
Is it to you now, that you've run this in the ground
And you say "Take this, this medicine is just what you deserve
Swallow, choke, and die
And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth
One that's void of all discretion, such an awful tearing sound
With its measure only equaled by the power of my stare
Glaring over you and over you, this feeling of despair
Is never wearing out It's wearing off and it's leaving you with such a heavy heart
And a head to match, the bottle is waiting
The cap is twisted, begging to be used and so are you
And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth
One that's void of all discretion, such an awful tearing sound
With its measure only equaled by the power of my stare
Glaring over you and over you, this feeling of despair
Is never wearing out
Wearing out, wearing out
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