won't let you slip away

The viciousness of youth
The meanest streak I ever saw
The harmony of truth
And self-deception in our hearts

We're almost perfect
You're like a death ray

We're nearly manic
I'm like a mute scream
But I'd never panic
If you'd only take me

I could be your love
And you could be my hope
I could be the hangman
And you could be my rope
We could be divine
A perfect piece of fiction
I could be your drug
And you could be my addiction

Words are left unspoken
As our opposites attract
Both of us are broken
And we both ignore the fact