The Asp At My Chest - The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart

Serpent friend of mine, your venom sweet as wine,
Still I don't believe you

Possess my hopes and then, don't know what came of them,
Still I just don't leave you

Perhaps the fault is mine, and this the final time
You set yourself upon me

The fall will not be far, can still see what we were
And won't be anymore