| Just put one in my head, I want you to
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| One in my head, I dare you to
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| Every day, I live for you
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| Every breath, I draw for you
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| Concerning what we began
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| I lactate and starve
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| While you’re still waiting for your moment
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| We could have anything we want
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| Except a better view
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| If our lives mean nothing
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| Then why is it so hard for you
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| Just put one in my head, I want you to
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| One in my head, I beg you to
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| Every day, another flash of hope
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| And then…
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| Back to the same old lie
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| Same layer of paint
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| Same look on your face while you undress
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| Like you’re hoping to find something else
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| Same old sow
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| Gun locked in the drawer
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| Its not love but it’s more than we deserve
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| I’ve been hoping you’d work up the nerve
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| My sad clown
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| One in my head, I want you to
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| One in my head, I dare you to
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| Every day, I live for you
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| Every breath, I draw for you
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| Is there someone here
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| Trapped inside of your head
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| Is it strange I can’t remember ever seeing you look satisfied
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| Underneath
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| Thirty years of restraint
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| You’ve been milking your contempt
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| Until everything shut down
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| Now my face feels wrong
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| Petrified by quiet hatred
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| This house feels wrong
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| Sucking both of our lives into it
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| Quietly slowing us down
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| I could do it myself but I’ll just wait my turn |