TW: Suicide
Blood still stains when the sheets are washed
Peter knew that the cuts in his wrists would be healed by morning
Sex don't sleep when the lights are off
Nobody would see them, nobody would know they exist
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up
Tony never would think that his kid in the fancy suits could be a bit sad
And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup
But he was and he didn't know what to do about it
He's still dead when you're done with the bottle
He didn't know why he was sad 'because of May's death?'
Of course it's a corpse that you keep in the cradle
'Or ben's or his parents' deaths?'
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up
'Or because I have everything anybody could ever want?' he thought to himself sarcastically
Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup
But he was and there was nothing he could do about it
Blood money, blood money
All the money his adoptive father gave him didn't help
How did you afford this ring that I love, honey?
All the jewelry and all the fancy clothes didn't help him
Just another shift at the drug company,
The fact that he was the hair to the Stark industries didn't help him
He doesn't think I'm that fucking dumb does he?
Even though everybody thought it did
It doesn't matter what you pull up to your home
Even though his grades were perfect
We know what goes on inside
He didn't even know what he was studying right now
You call that ass your own, we call that silicone
Even though he lived an amazing life, he didn't feel like the life was his
Silly girl with silly boys
Even though he had an amazing girlfriend he didn't feel loved, he felt numb
Blood still stains when the sheets are washed
He cleaned up the blood until the bathroom was spotless and made sure there wouldn't be a drop of blood on his sheets
Sex don't sleep when the lights are off
He turned off the lights and crawled in his sheets
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up
In his huge, expensive bedroom, that didn't help him sleep
And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup
Under his fancy sheets that didn't make him any more comfortable
He's still dead when you're done with the bottle
That didn't make him feel like he was cuddling with May
Of course it's a corpse that you keep in the cradle
That didn't make him feel like he was laughing with Ben
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up
Stuck in his fancy life that was more miserable than any life he had had before
Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup
In his life, that felt like a prison
Sippy cup, s-s-sippy cup, in a sippy cup, sut sippy cup
In his stupid, expensive prison
In a sippy cup, in a sippy cup, in a sippy cup, in a sippy cup
In a prison that millions of people thought was a barbie dream house
Pill diet, pill diet, if they give you a new pill then you will buy it
He tried almost everything to escape, but nothing worked, because of his stupid metabolism
If they say to kill yourself, then you will try it
Except cutting
All the makeup in the world, won't make you less insecure
Faking a smile had become second nature to him
You got weights in your pockets, when you go to the doctor's
So had not eating
Your favorite candy's cotton, that's why all your teeth are rotten
And not sleeping
Silly girl with silly boys
And not feeling
Blood still stains when the sheets are washed
In an everyday routine of cutting,
Sex don't sleep when the lights are off
Cleaning the blood of the floor and the sink
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up
Pretending to sleep and wake up
And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup
And going through another day of fake smiles
He's still dead when you're done with the bottle
Another day of pretending he loved his life
Of course it's a corpse that you keep in the cradle
Another day of pretending he didn't miss his old life
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up
Another day in his fancy life
Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup
Another day in his stupid prison
Sippy cup, s-s-sippy cup, in a sippy cup, sut sippy cup
He just wanted to escape
In a sippy cup, in a sippy cup, in a sippy cup, in a sippy cup
So he did
Blood still stains when the sheets are washed
He cut and cut, and cut faster than his metabolism could heal him
Sex don't sleep when the lights are off
He didn't even bother to get out of his bed or turn the lights on
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up
He cut until he felt himself slip away
And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup
Away from his stupid, fancy prison