| The clock counters itself, like we’re caught
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| Trapped playing your games when I just want you to talk
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| Was it something I said, or something you’ve gone and done?
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| 'Cause baby we’re a wreck if I’ve ever seen one
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| So twisted and sick, and hard to believe in
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| Something seems so wrong here
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| What’s going on here?
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| Don’t you see what this does to me?
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| The way you’re making me bleed?
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| Is this what you wanted?
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| Is this how you wanted it to be?
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| (Just think about it)
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| Tucked down in the back of your mind
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| By things you don’t want me to find
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| You’re shaking and shivering
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| Next to the wrongs you’ve done. |
| You’re overrun
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| And hoping that I never miss the brakes
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| My adrenaline’s high and I think I just might
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| Leave you like a hit and run
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| It’s so fitting
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| Tangled up steel and misery
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| Uptight around the collar, you’re colder
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| All those nights when you’d call, I’d come hold you
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| And try to figure out what you’re missing
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| Turns out you’re never missing me
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| Why you never listen?
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| Deep down you had a mystery
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| One I’d been solving for so long, I’d almost forgotten
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| If I was ever really yours cause you seemed to have lost it |