Why must I feel numb, done what I've done I've taken my cues, what I'm supposed to do Naively assume the narrative's doomed When I hold the pen, it's throttling you
You never liked me when drunk, I start to believe You never liked me at all and so I agree And I'll say "Fuck you," 'cause I know if I don't I'll probably say something stupid and true
I stand just out of reach of your fists And take myself away, a gangrenous limb And dance around the subject, a figure of eight Describe all the parts of me I'm yet to break Count all the parts of me I'm yet to break
And count all the parts of me I'm yet to break
You kiss me like it was your job So tender and carefully, teeth before tongue (I wanna be yours) Not in the way that the romantics do But with the grace of a workplace HR dispute (I wanna be yours)
You know, I don't need much more I wanna be mine, wanna be yours You know, I don't need much more I wanna be mine, wanna be yours
I take you for granted Because the alternative's far more alarmingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
