The smallest thing I kept so safe you were skin and bones calling out my name You should know by now I wait and I get bored of that You make me feel good for nothin' I beg I'm not proud of that My grave, I keep clawing at your bed I can't get enough Did you miss out? Faces in the rain You say "I can't take it back" And you make a mess each day I wait and I get bored of that You make me feel good for nothin' I beg I'm not proud of that You say "I can't take it back" You can make a mess with each thing you say