| I’ve waited a long time for this life just to ruin it |
| So please don’t ruin this for me |
| Yes, I understand this lie, hell, I crossed those T’s, I scratched out all |
| those eyes |
| Myself last night when I promised not to fight |
| So this is what I’m looking like these days |
| All grown up and so full of hate |
| But I don’t want to let go of my rage |
| 'Cause it’s the salt that brings the taste |
| So where am I if you decide that I’m not right? |
| 'Cause I might break and I might bend |
| Your heartstrings out of tune again |
| And I might try to apologize |
| On a good day, on my best day, if you stick around |
| Did I stay inside to sterilize this knife? |
| Am I being too careful, does this seem right? |
| Did I open up the shades to expose the sun in rays? |
| To show what’s burned there inside |
| Yeah, take a close look, hold me right up to the light |
| 'Cause I might break and I might bend |
| Your heartstrings out of tune again |
| And I might try to apologize |
| On a good day, on my best day, if you stick around |
| I’ve waited for so long |
| I’ve waited for so long |
| Spread me out, rake me in |
| This coarse and rocky field will camouflage my skin |
| And I might break and I might bend |
| Your heartstrings out of tune again |
| And I might try to apologize |
| On a good day, on my best day, if you stick around |