Alec looks at the empty bottle, frowning. He's not gone enough, not numb enough. He stumbles, in a mourning and empty walk, to the kit he keeps in his bedside table.

The needles' breaking your skin

The scar is sinking in

And now your trip begins but

It's all over for

You

Alec loves not being himself, not feeling the same intensely dull emotions as always as Magnus doesn't enter his drugged up haze, doesn't enter his mind and doesn't slip off his tongue in unforgiving words.

I know what runs through your blood

You do this all in vain

Because of you my mind is always racing

And it gets under my skin

To see you giving in

And now your trip begins but

It's all over for

Alec laughs, his mind playing tricks on him as he walks down the empty institute hallways, his mind relaying false signals and his body following unconscious demands. He doesn't think of how disgusted everyone is with him, how he's not worth helping out of this, how he's barely even useful as a shadowhunter, much less a boyfriend. He did sink this low, after all.

And now you're dead inside

Still you wonder why

When you're on the edge and falling off

It's all over for you

Alec laughs as he continues to walk the deserted Institute halls, he just can't stop laughing as he walks hollowly to the weapons room, alone in a building with blades and sorrows and thoughts of how he's never going to be seen breathing again.

It's all over for

It's all over for

You