| You’ve gone and made a mess upon your neon wired dress again
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| And I’ve spent my time drifting in and out
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| Of all of this like a spider’s web
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| So elegantly
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| How could I rectify
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| Though not for lack of trying any of the callous moves I’ve ever made?
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| It seems we succumb to ourselves more than anything else
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| Again and again
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| If only you’d feel the cold-bloodedness through my hands
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| We could wrestle out of this
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| We could cut through all the strands of the DNA you left on the sheets
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| But it seems we succumb to ourselves more than anything else
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| Go ahead and run away so I can go and blame myself
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| I blame myself for this
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| Do you panic when the wind blows?
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| Are you scared of your friends?
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| Is it too late to ask if it’s all just pretend?
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| 'Cause I feel like a stranger inside of this skin
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| I’ll never let anyone, anyone in
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| Like a leech, I will bond to your side
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| Soak the liquid from your limbs, and release
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| But it seems we succumb to ourselves more than anything else
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| Go ahead and run away so I can go and blame myself
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| I blame myself for this
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| And so I’ll recede into a new body
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| Fake a new smile everyday
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| Try a little harder to decay, slowly
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| And slowly I’ll sing, drive myself into madness
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| Holding tightly to my faith
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| Push a little harder, let it drain slowly
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| Try a little harder to decay, slowly
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| And slowly I’ll sing, drive myself into madness
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| Holding tightly to my faith
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| Push a little harder, let it drain
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| Like a leech, I will bond to your side
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| Soak the liquid from your limbs, and release |