Tired of echoing silence, a violent violet
If you say that it's time, I think I'm done with the quiet
This rollercoaster's got me cautious, I know
Re: tension building, what if I let it go?
As a matter of fact, can't understand your reacting
Like I'm on the attack
The only thing that I'm asking for
Is you to stop expecting me at your door
'Cause I'm not, no I'm not, no, I'm—
Mercy me, I might just come undone
Pull the trigger in place of my tongue
Taught myself to learn to like it rough
The way you hook the air right out my lungs
I wouldn't count on me
But I'd rather start a fire than let you heal me
And as a matter of fact, I understand your reaction
All I ever was asking was a little intention
And as we become past tense
I made out of thin air
The final burden of proof
It's better not to speak
Mercy me, I might just come undone
Pull the trigger in place of my tongue
Taught myself to learn to like it rough
The way you hook the air right out my lungs
I'm done
Hate to say it
Know I'm sorry
You could leave that at the door
Hate to say it
Know I'm sorry
You could leave that at the door
Cold hands
And light on the bed sheets
Remind me of when we
Remind me when it fell apart
Life looks upon you so gently
Why couldn't it let me have a taste
As a matter of fact
I understand your reaction
Why would you keep coming back when there's nothing to gain
Your book has just opened, threw mine into flames
No point in the chapter when mine's been erased
Mercy me, I might just come undone
Pull the trigger in place of my tongue
Taught myself to learn to like it rough
The way you hook the air right out my lungs
I'm done
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