Hero

There was always something there for me, and now there just isn't. I don't know 
what changed. Something changed. I can't be there anymore. I just can't go back.

I dream of him, and of venom and razor blades, and I can't go on like that 
anymore. I'm scared. I'm supposed to be the hero, but I'm scared. 

Coffee doesn’t make a good companion, but it's all I've got. Caffeine and 
cigarettes and venom and razor blades...

He's always got these huge fangs, you know? In my dreams. They're snake fangs, 
but he bites down like a vampire and this clear slime oozes and it scalds me...

...I wish...

...

You know, I loved them, and that place, because it was for me. They all loved me, 
and I thought that they'd come to save me. I didn't know that I was supposed 
to save them too. 

I had so much faith in them. I guess they had faith in me too. It all just 
fell apart, I guess.

The venom, the clear venom, it scalds like boiling coffee, and afterwards the 
razors never cut deep enough.

I just can't go back. They'd be so disappointed. 

I wish I could make it all right. No more bloody ribbons, no more nicotine, 
no more biting teeth and clear slime that burns as much as my black coffee. 
I want to be the hero. 

....no, I don't want to be the hero. I think... I think that I...

I think I just want to go home.

...

...but I don't know where home is