people- like cigarettes

Please let us rescue you 

Can’t you see us in the shadows

Savior complex- nothing we can’t do 

Let’s go to work-and the smoke billows 

We are at your service 

We need you to need us 

Let us soak up the demons on your surface 

Fan our own flames in our inner circus

Sitting here in withdrawal I ache

These lungs burn for what kills 

Your trustful eyes glimmer for your own sake

Spending my soul like credit without bills