Testo Fake Teeth

You were here, but never really there
You beat yourself up just to watch yourself repair
Pick at the wounds just to make sure you're alive
A picture of hell through a drunk boy's eyes.

You bite me with fake teeth
And for a second I believe
This dirty laundry never would come clean
If you know it all, you'll never grow at all
You plant seeds then you watch them spoil
You bite me with fake teeth,
And you're not fooling me.

I'm still here, I never even left
Straightening the picture frames
And cleaning up the mess
This room's the same as how it always was
Lived in from summer's past memories of us.