Pulling Teeth

I bet you’re sick of pulling teeth
But hold me down until I believe
That I’m ok
I paint the world like a cynic lately
I wear you down by the minute
Tell me
If I go too far
You’ll still be here
When my head gets dark
I bet you’re sick of pulling teeth
But hold me down until I believe
That I’m ok
Lock me up and toss the key
Do what you need to stay with me
Until I’m ok
It’s a bitter pill to swallow
I need you in my veins when I’m hollow
If I go too far