You're not a lion Your shape and your design When I am not your quiet place I'm your voice run dry Your last answer Well, I swear it was mine You said nothing's changed between us So what the hell was I? Something to pass the time You never made it hard to please Just good intent through crooked teeth Offered me justice Took it from my skin Stripped down and left to When you turned my face from them I breathed Heaven and I haven't spoken since You never made it hard to please Just good intent through crooked teeth But I need spilling out I'll pull a Rose, save myself Have you grown tired of the things I say? I know I have Was the catch in your throat another way to say that? Still don't know what it meant Or what it cost you What it came to Or what I made of it Are you tired of the shit I say yet? You never were that hard to please I'm good intent through crooked teeth And I need spilling out I'll pull a Rose, save myself