i let you say your peace now won’t you give me mine please i never uttered a bad word i never let my hard freeze over turn your ear to me let me say what i need to say now your thoughts fall on me fiercely but i will love you anyhow i am walking away i am walking away you can choose to stay here but i am walking away yes i caught you off guard and i caught myself red-handed but you weren’t the only broken heart how could i have known how could i have planned it turn your ear to me let me say what I need to say i am setting you free by walking away
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you were fabric to me but not just material warm to me, formed to me, like favorite jeans but clothes you keep wearing start ripping and tearing eventually everything bursts at the seems i keep finding you in the fabric of me the look, the touch, the smell our love is unraveling, but baby i wear it so well you were tragic to me like a pen in the laundry with your subtle explosion a part of me dyed my pockets were empty, you caused quite the quandary do you mind telling me where you managed to hide i keep finding you in the fabric of me the look, the touch, the smell your love is a stain, but baby i wear it so well go fuck yourself, you scream through the line and all i can think is i haven't heard your voice in such a long time i hope she hurts you just like you hurt me she's gonna rip out your heart, make you feel unworthy and when she does, don't come running back cause this time i won't let you get away you don't have to love me back who needs to be happy anyway? i'm by myself, you cry through your tears i never let anybody else in, it's lonely in here you broke my trust, i'll never believe you you're gonna get what you deserve, you're gonna get yours you know she will leave you put my hands in your hair man i swear i heard you purr now i see foolishly you don’t care whose hands they were all those times your unkindness made me feel less than less washed a way with one whisper of your sleepy breath on my neck i’ll put whatever this is out of its sad little misery i’ll throw a new coat of paint over whatever this ain’t i’ll put to rest any hopes for the best, given our sad little history stop beating this horse, cause it’s dead and divorced and get on with my life for a change i was sharp, pushed too far you were flat, holding back out of time, out of key what a waste of a melody it’s the end now and i’ll grieve but i prefer this to another reprieve it was par for the course put my cart before the horse put my eggs in one basket and counted before they hatched it was head over feet tried to make something sweet turned the oven too hot, forgot, burned the whole damn batch what am i if i’m not tired? what am i if i’m not enough? what am i if i’m not wired my whole life to try and find someone to love? it was run of the mill fell asleep at the wheel shit got crooked i looked so stupid with my bare hands now i am a bundle of nerves and i’m fighting the urge to make like an ostrich and bury my hand in the sand
i put up a wall of feathers
so it's so easy for you to break it down i filled up a suitcase of nevers no longer a word now, never's just a sound i must like the pain of together much more than the fear of being apart sometimes i feel like a broken record over over again and again and again stop breaking my heart stop breaking my heart, stop breaking my heart oh, a wind will blow knock down our home feathers will fly, and i'll wonder why i never built with stone i put on my pi's and your sweater cause baby these days that's about as close as i get to you i think of the good days when things were better i think of the new ways that i could get through i put down my weapons and surrendor each new day beckons a clean slate and if i kept them i would just remember why it was i picked them up in the first place no one wants to be a captain of a sorry sinking ship cause when it starts to sink, you think do i gotta go down with it? no one wants to be the bearer of incredibly bad news cause when you’re the one dropping the bomb you’ve got everything to lose what if three years turns into thirty-something? what if all you got was a whole lot of nothing? what if thirty-something turns into three kids? and you screw ‘em up just like your parents did? no one wants to be the writer of a book that’s never read all those words once full of life may as well be dead no one wants to be the bad guy, baby wouldn’t you agree? honey you’re so good, i guess the bad guy’s gotta be me |
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