One Theatre War Letra

I didn't wear your shirt tonight, showed you a thing or two about spontanaeity, this is where it gets you, this is what it takes, locked behind plastic doors like capsuled help, I hope you pop one for me, I hope you swallow this whole, now I miss letters when I write, but it's not for you, and I don't think you noticed the M in my star, taken along but taken wrong, and I can't be strong, nor can I shoot back, this rifle's part of me, I can't wake up today, just like yesterday, because you ruined it for me, because you ruined me, ruined me, I hope you pop one for me, and I hope you fucking choke. I'm far from health, I'm far from salvation, I'm far from health, she was my salvation.