Where should we start; we'll start with your pride
Or the lack thereof, but I'll let you prove I'm right
Sure you're pure, pure vanity
Easily seen by everyone but me
Think you're cleverly cloaked in your lies
But you can't see clearly with o's in your eyes
Tell everyone exactly what they want to hear
We all hear you loud and clear
It's not cute anymore, stumbling around
Claiming home is your head on the ground
Real fucking cool; you can get high
So can we; so can I (probably shouldn't though)
Finally conscious of your conscience. Oh, how bad it must be
To be forced to face the fear that you've still not learned a thing
That your repetition therapy's emotion alone - a sympathetic platform for obtaining control
God forbid you've any respect; leave the plasma in my arm and keep your horse to yourself
Entitlement forgiveness proves intentions are shit
How about living with your actions and their consequences?
Cracked skin, eight months to dry out
My turn to talk, can't hardly open my mouth
Always overthinking (honestly just venting)
I cleared the field by the house, I fed the boys in the cold
Laid the tile in the kitchen, porch swing to sit and grow old
Replace the sugar with salt, trip over truths in the hall
Sign a brick for the window. Can't move 'til you say it's safe to
Inhale unsettling dust while you take liberties with tact
Keeping tabs with my folks to seem considerate
Wish you'd shown that courtesy in Utah, left dynamics in place
Along with the ring I never asked you to take
Habit over progress
What's so hard about being honest?
Lost it before you lost this
Best of luck anyway
Cut the defenses. You never meant it like you would lead it on
Incoherent, I'm doubting every word
Vain to attempt to anymore
It isn't much a surprise the feeble clasp couldn't hold
Nothing's eventually fine until we both let it go
Don't wake me up in the night contrasting popular posts
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