Legs In A Snare

You got me wrapped around your finger Am I still the one you want Am I still the one you want Am I still the one you want You can see my wing span Buckled at the knees and Sorrow in the sheep's eye Shaking in the ring's hand I can feel my breaks fail Knowing it was pre-planned I can lose my grip just as soon as I got it So I'm taking down the pictures And I'm packing up the clothes I'm at the bottom of the barrel I'm thinking how long I can go Go on and on and on and on and on and on And on and on and on and on and on and on and on Myself the flip I got my hands cupped begging me for it I bought the land in between a vice grip Always to blame looking for a quick fix If it's one day away I'm already so sick I made a crop circle for ya I drew your face in the green grass You know I couldn't ignore ya It's always just how it is And does it really matter when Things come unglued Something falls apart Holding on to you It's the reason my Vision tunnels out Two weeks passing by Bodies in the house Taking down the pictures And packing up the clothes I'm at the bottom of the barrel I'm thinking how long I can go Till you're done with me And when you're done with me And when you're done with it all You turn the tv off And mail the phone away I'm going under it Oh it's force I take I'm so seductionless But you had bought the fake I can't forget the feel Oh it's your love pushing me off the roof I got my hands out reaching for the balconies And my reflections in windows look just like the flip book I got my lips pursed kissing the mascarons And I'm done Begging for what I don't deserve and And shoveling my voice out Till it's deep Enough to blot Me out And I'm still here I made a crop circle for ya I drew your face in the green grass You know I couldn't ignore ya It's always just how it is