Three Days

Like a bottle of Andre I'm ready to burst Every hole in the road seems to slowly coerce Everything that's inside to dive outward headfirst An unexpected explosion begun unrehearsed Not wasting a moment as we return home I'm calm, cool, collected I enter my zone Three days, three days, to go back on your word Only three days to know you cannot be cured Pass the blame and point the finger But you know deep down you're the pain that lingers You're a curse not a fleeting sickness We all know too well that you'll last past winter I think it'd be easier to deal with your ghost but You're still around, I'm sure as Hell still your host You've planted your cables you continue to probe You've managed to scale the walls of my outpost You're like Jekyll and Hyde but your serum is liquor Try to repress emotions, the result is way too bitter Three days, three days, to go back on your word Only three days to know you cannot be cured Pass the blame and point the finger But you know deep down you're the pain that lingers Get yourself here and it must be hard to have vigor Choose to live with thorns or give up and wither I swear you parallel, an allelopathic flower Poisoning my soil so you can have the power Kill me off so I can no longer steal your sun I still write yet I think you have already won Stubbornness has made my words a monotonous drone Your webs have been weaved, your deathbed's been sown Three days, three days, to go back on your word Only three days to know you cannot be cured Pass the blame and point the finger But you know deep down you're the pain that lingers