I'm sorry flowers, another disaster I broke a glass, you cleaned it up Nobody told me what I'm meant to do after With all of these pieces swept under the rug
Now I'm sleeping with someone who doesn't make the bed But he can never hurt me, I don't let him in my head Nothing is sacred, and nothing feels right I guess I held onto you too tight
I'm not stupid anymore You stop me at the door You make your hand a gun You lie to everyone
I drank all weekend, found a new ceiling Became someone you could never love But you slept beside me so I didn't worry You waited so long to pull the plug Now you hold your secrets, your bitter poetry Your encyclopedic knowledge of everything that's wrong with me And God, you're so passive, is it in your blood? You won't fight for a single thing you love
You don't scare me anymore You stop me at the door You make your mouth the sun You swallow everyone
But I won't ever let you find me I will salt the earth behind me I will eat up every part of your rotten little heart It's your fault that I'm alive It's your fault I want to die But I will learn to love this world I won't be November's girl Hold your hands out like a prayer Tell me, what part of this is fair? Someday you'll carry all this sorrow But not tonight and not tomorrow One day you'll miss what you had And I will make it hurt so bad
Cause I will cut off my own hand before I reach for you again You keep the rain outside your door While in my heart, it pours and pours Tell me how you came to be in and out of love with me I've got nothing left for you I am sinking into blue And I won't dream of you this time, I will have a spotless mind
Witness protection, 51-50 You couldn't wait to make the call Get me sedated, no need to feel guilty There's nothing you'll be liable forTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
