The fruit of happiness falls at the feet of agony You push your pins in the replica you have of me I look at you and can't figure out what attracted me To such an ugly terrible person, girl you are past belief.
But all of that is trivial Running with a handful of scissors down a slippery hill Old clock radio, sittin on the windowcill Allowing me to listen to the music while our time together gets me killed
Maybe I'm just dumb, or maybe I believe in something you assume is never gonna come My last thread's wrapped around your thumb, plan to take another step and I swear to God I'll snap it right in front of you Sold, you're taking me for granted, I don't know if anybodies told you but your damaged. Heart made of granite that's been bleedin' through the bandages And judging by your smile, it's been going exactly just how you planned it
[Bridge] Why you gotta push me, to the limit. Why you gotta hold me down You're quicksand, you're a sinkhole, you're the fall beneath my step You got me fallin', out of love, and tryin' to land.
You're a sickness, you're a fever, you're the itch beneath my skin You're a virus, you're a cancer, you're making my world spin You're a toxin, and infectious, and it rots me to the bone And I don't know just how to get over you (Get over you) [x2]
Your pain swells inside you like a cyclone Dragging your nails across my back like a fine comb We found eachother, at the bottom of a mine hole You were tryin' to get a blood diamond out of my coal
Diggin', Pushin', Trying to find my tipping point You toss me up and spin me 'round like a flipping coin I've tried leaving; everytime that I hit the door I'm turning right around like I've forgotten what I went there for
Shit, maybe I'm a moron Maybe I enjoy being the flame your lighter fluid is poured on I keep swimming 'till the shores gone Either I'ma drown in the moment, or disappear to the foreground
You reel me in and cast me out, that's the way it goes I call it love, you turn your back and tell me no one knows I know it's killing, and judging by your clothes You've been waiting for a funeral to go to so I'm fuckin' sick of it
[Bridge]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
