Like returning home from battle
it the hearth that's waiting there
Or coming home from a high class party
slipping back to those sweatpants you wear

Its a never ceasing fire
unquenchable burning in your mind
You can escape it for a moment
But you'll be back in time

It functions as a lover
or your mother's comforting arms
Enclosed within their safety
you don't notice the harm

Cuts are covered by make-up
track-marks disguised with ease
and if you love the pain you're feeling
hiding bruises is a breeze

So swear that you're escape it
leave the sheltering embrace
but hard as you try, fast as you run
You cannot win this race,