Delicate Roots

Maybe I could be your superhero, set if off in the end Swinging from the edifice and landing in the palm of your hand Or maybe I could be some old forgotten trinket put on a shelf (shelf) Moving it from here and there 'till pride's the only thing you got left (left) Delicate roots These are the lines in my room Collecting the dust Come way too close and I'll shoot I'll shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, ooh Clean-cut like a razor blade, you sting just like a sore in my mouth Body like a bottle made no effort any way to stand out You say nobody's perfect but my filter wouldn't work in a drought Our levels of perception had me moving even further down South Delicate roots These are the lines in my room Collecting the dust Come way too close and I'll shoot I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot Maybe Maybe, just maybe Maybe Hey, yeah Maybe I could be your superhero, set it off in the end Swinging from the edifice and landing in the palm of your hand (oh-oh) Or maybe I could be a trinket on a shelf Moving here from there Pride's the only thing you got left, yeah, yeah