Trophy Scars - Snake Oil lyrics

I met a girl today Her hair smelled like lemonade Something sweet, yeah something sour Something that'd turn kings into cowards But she ain't different No, she's just the same She likes secrets She wants my pain So I asked her out We had nothing to talk about And it was no secret one had to whisper I think I kinda dug her sister I ask my friends What the hell happened to me They say "Hey man, you're just the same" I'm not singing for you You think I'm telling when I'm not telling the truth Dopesick, tongue tied, trembling, blood letting blues I'm not singing for you I saw my old lady Down at the the grocery store I said "who you buying them groceries for?" She said "it ain't your business no more" I don't care What's his name She says "Baby - You just got yourself to blame." I shut up I just got sick I turn around I feel hell much more than shame I say out loud "I just got myself to blame." Like I was singing I'm not singing, I was never singing for you My tongue my tongue coiled strictly for you It pierced my lips as it shot from my mouth towards you Your flesh swelled up and turned purplish blue Stuck in your neck trembling, blood clotting bruise I saw you last night at the bar we used to visit Drinking with some prick, though you would never admit it Though I agree with you, I should be committed Though I'd never admit it, yeah I'd rather be committed to: White walls, no hope-nightmare delusions of you I'm gurgling backwards, shape-shifting fluids for you A wasp swarm fills up the cathedral in June I'll flood your wedding day romantically removed from the truth