| There’s a kind of way who love it when I fall |
| Loves it when I bleed, loves to take control |
| Must she look that way, take me to the ground |
| I become the ground, we become the ground |
| Her dress becomes my thoughts |
| Her thoughts become a plot |
| Her touch becomes my fate |
| Can mercy find a way? |
| Can mercy find a way? |
| Find me |
| An empty me |
| Well I like you that way |
| But I cannot stay |
| Find me |
| A broken me |
| Well I like her that way, but I will not stay |
| There’s a certain pain that separates the call |
| Loves to see me bleed, loves to take control |
| Must she look that way, take me to the ground |
| I become the ground, we become the ground |
| Her dress becomes my thoughts |
| Her thoughts become a plot |
| Her touch becomes my fate |
| Can mercy find a way? |
| Can mercy find a way? |
| Find me |
| An empty me |
| Well I like you that way but I cannot stay |
| Find me |
| A broken me |
| Well I like her that way but I will not stay |
| Free' |
| There’s a kind of way who love it when I fall |
| Loves it when I bleed, loves to take control |